Delirium

Is gastro enteritis the same thing as food poisoning? If so, I must be the world's first vegetarian victim. Experienced the fantastic sensation of the floors and walls waving up and down on Saturday evening together with agonising stomach cramps and a mild fever that woke me up several times during the night. I thought it was heat stroke, but it turns out I was wrong. Actually, the wavering floor/ceiling effect is still going on as I type. My eyes are deceiving me into thinking that the screen is wobbling, but I know logically that's not the case. I've been told to go home by my colleagues who are aghast that I came in to work after going to the hospital this morning. I think I will. I can't remember feeling this funny feeling of wavering walls etc. before in my life - it's as if I am bobbing up and down on a boat. I know I shouldn't be blogging when I'm apparently unwell, but I figured I might as well write down what I'm feeling when I'm feeling it - I probably won't remember this sensation later. I imagine this is what it feels like when you're on drugs. Every now and then I get the feeling I'm looking at the world through a fish lens - my periphery vision gets blurred and I see objects in the centre of my field of vision bulging out towards me in a scary way. The young paralegal came into my office with a note with her number on it. On the top she had written: "In case of emergency, call". I looked up at her. She said, "Everyone else did it for me when I was sick. If you need any juice or anything, you know, just call me." I said, "Thank you." I think I could have cried. I called my mum from the hospital while I was waiting for my prescription. She said, "I just knew there was something wrong. I was worrying about you this weekend. I had this feeling." I told her not to worry. She told me to make congee.

That's twice already this summer and I didn't even have any seafood. These are the occasions when I tend to blame everything on Hong Kong...it must be bad hygiene on part of the restauranteurs etc. etc. Then I feel miserable being here despite the really good weather we've been having, because I start to think that at least in London I wouldn't have had food poisoning! Argh! Enough. I have to go home now.