By Mark E. Smith
By the time I was vomiting uncontrollably in the shower that eve, I felt it a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I made it through a day that encompassed a media feature of my company, and I suspect vomiting in front of the press and my CEO may have influenced the story a bit. The press is fickle that way.
On the other hand, I was perplexed how I became so sick, so fast? And, so, as my wife brought me a baker’s bowl, so I could make it from the shower to the bed, vomiting on the move, I sought her expertise. After all, she’s a skilled medical professional – or, at least a high-end optician. If you can’t trust an optician to advise you on stomach viruses, who can you trust? OK, you can’t trust an optician at all for medical advice. While my wife could fit me for awesome eye wear, she was likewise clueless as as to why I was suddenly so sick?
Once in bed, things got worse. In my 45 years of having cerebral palsy, I’ve learned an invaluable lesson: the one downside to not being able to walk is not being able to walk. And, so as I felt my condition worsening, unable to sprint to the bathroom, I broke out my secret weapon: Depends. But, here’s the thing – as much as Depends are marketed as “underwear,” they’re diapers, poofy, odd diapers, sans the tape closure tabs. So, there I sat in bed – 1 am, 2 am, 3 am, 4 am – wearing a diaper while vomiting uncontrollably all night into a baker’s bowl. Some might find that embarrassing, but I found it an ingenious evolutionary system of survival. Prehistoric man and his tools had nothing on me – I had Depends and a baker’s bowl.
By the next day, I was gut-wrenching sick, vomiting ad nauseam, to painful dry heaves beyond anything I’d ever experienced. On the upside, it gives you one heck of an ab workout. I see dry-heave gyms catching on. But, I was getting sicker and sicker.
Now, here’s the brilliance of medical science: when you’re vomiting uncontrollably, they tell you to drink lots of clear fluids – all so that you can promptly vomit them back up. Gatorade in, Gatorade out. Water in, water out. It’s like I was the opposite of a waste water treatment plant, putting perfectly good fluids in me only to vomit them back up as bio hazard.
Finally, I settled on ginger ale. No, it wasn’t anymore effective than the other liquids. However, there was an elegance to it. Darling, won’t you please bring me a glass of ginger ale, with ice, in our finest crystal? And, that my beautiful wife did. Was I a sick, pathetic mess? Absolutely. I was in bed, wearing a diaper, vomiting into a baker’s bowl! But, the crystal glasses of ginger ale added a certain class to it all – even as I vomited every last drop. I was a hint of a British gentleman – vomiting, wearing a diaper.
After a few days, my wife wisely wanted to call an ambulance. I was only getting worse, unable to eat in days, and arguably pushing the line toward dangerous dehydration. My wife knew best. However, I’ve long trusted a slightly off-kilter Italian – my doctor. He’s long lectured me on trying to stay out of the hospital. English is his second language, so I don’t always know what he’s saying, but his theory is something to the effect of: Hospitals are full of viruses. You eat bad fruit, go to the E.R., touch something, get a flesh-eating bacteria, and, boom, you die! Yes, he’s prone to slippery-slope exaggeration, but has his points.
Still I followed my doctor’s advice and opted to stay in bed, wearing diapers, and vomiting the finest ginger ale from crystal glasses that money can buy – $1.79 per 2-liter bottle, imported from Canada.
Out of boredom one eve, I lay watching CNN political coverage. I was already sick, so the dynamics of the 2016 political race technically couldn’t make me any sicker. Governor John Kasich told the story of confiding in former governor Arnold Schwarzenegger that he didn’t know how to handle personal attacks? Schwarzenegger replied with classic Arnold advice, “Enjoy the punishment.”
Schwarzenegger is no philosopher, but he was on to something. We have choices in our lives. We can be bitter and resentful, or find some sense of gratitude, no matter how bleak the circumstance. Yes, I was sick to a troubling level, but at least I was sipping – and vomiting – ginger ale from a fine crystal glass.
4 thoughts on “Crystal Glasses of Ginger Ale”
Ohhhhh, feel better soon Mark and if you don’t, take your chances and head to the ER.
Yep, it’s official. Your wife really is head over heals in love with you. I mean vomit and diapers, it must be love. Hope you are feeling better.
So sorry Mark! I don’t know how someone can make puking in a bowl such a good story, sad, but good reading. 😉 Praying you’re feeling better now.
I’ve been watching the US political stuff too.
I loved that quote from Kasich, I remember well, the snort of laughter that came out of me, as my sarcastic humored self, loved it.
Glad to hear you drink our countries finest export.
I’ve been pretty ill lately myself.
We just moved into a gorgeous 2bdrm, fully accessible apartment, first thing put beside bed, small garbage can from dollar tree & big bag of diapers, cause when I puke, its not pretty, especially when vertigo hits from blowing nose too hard, or when it just decides to come visit.
BTW I’m rolling around the apartment in a Litestream, hemi height wheelchair, with big nubs on hand rims.
Outside the apartment is still Permobil m300 HD.
I hope your doing well.