Well as it happens, the aftermath is not pleasant at all. In fact it was positively UGLY
Firstly there was the vomiting. Fortunately I gave hubby warning and he managed to pull over while I retched out the car door. This is a first for me, as a child I famously puked in to one of mother’s rain hats as this was the only thing she had to hand with last minute notice, but if truth be told it was the best thing to happen to it! I was thankful I did not disgrace myself in the car but I would imagine not as grateful as hubby.
Then there was the desire to eat nothing at all, not helped my the acidic paint stripping puke that seem to have left me with the feeling that I had burnt the whole of my mouth with mozzarella cheese. Even eat nice soft chips hurt.
I went to bed as soon as I could because I really did not know what to do with myself. In bed I laid side ways, front ways, back ways, left ways, right ways and diagonally absolutely no position was comfy, basically I hurt. My knees ached with every part of my being.
My septum currently looks like I am a heavy cocaine user (incidentally I’m not), 16 hours of wiping it actually has not done it any favours at all. So sore.
DOMS, now I was expecting them to visit, but oh my this time they were something else. Sunday morning I stayed in bed till 9 am, too scared to get up, terrified the stairs would do for me. The family were sympathetic of course with hubby offering to find me a part in the next Zombie movie and to fetch me a zimmer frame home from work. Madam well she just copied my leg dragging lurch. Oh yes feeling the love.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday I was awful, in fact I was never going to run again, ever. Wednesday I climbed out of bed and positively pirouetted down the corridor. The DOMS had packed their bag and left. Hooray.
Maybe I can do that 100 miler after all!