The nausea is unreal and all encompassing so it is hard to focus on much of anything else when you are in the hospital. I was nauseous to the point of tears but had to go to the bathroom. I made it to the toilet and that’s when it hit me – the painful dry heave. And then the painful vomit. All over myself, the toilet, the floor – I felt like I was five years old. And then I saw a speck of color and the panic set in. See, while I was in surgery they discovered that I had a hernia and they tied it off because it was near my bowels and all I could see was brown and orange and OMG did I just throw up a piece of bowel? I hit the nurse panic button and three nurses walked in to see me panicking on the toilet and covered in vomit, crying, and frantically pointing at the floor. “Pick it up! See what it is!”
The head nurse followed my pointing finger, tilted her head, grabbed a paper towel and swiped the floor. “You eat something orange today? And maybe a little brown?” Wishing I could shrink back to my bed I realized that yes, I actually had. Orange Jello and Brown beef Broth.
Needless to say, I have been unable to stomach either once since 🙂