I was lucky that I asked my son to put a wicker chair in the bathroom because I was vomiting too much. In a minute, everything spun around me, and I kept expelling water from my stomach. When I sat down on the chair, I felt pain in my colon, and the party started there too. Then I had the opportunity to sit in my bathroom until I expelled all the water I had in my intestines.
My son, who is undergoing treatment for stress, saw everything and was very upset.
I remember telling him, “Ask the lady for help.” He did.
After I felt better and woke up a few hours later, he was still distressed, thinking I was going to die. This is what saddened me the most, that my son had relapsed.
It's all over now. I'm undergoing treatment, following a diet, and preparing salads and intestinal probiotics.