Emergency room again. Intractable vomiting (feat. Blood clots and deep orange bile) shakes/chills, flop sweat. Did you guys know you can drink lidocaine? Edit* I'm comfortablely parked in my recliner with the proverbial Michigan cure-all, Vernors, in hand. Managed to get home by shackling a compounding pharmacy with a prescription list both archaic and arcane. All my bits are where they ought to be, less the array of various goo corpuscles sent off for testing. Diagnosis - likely a form of Viral gastroenteritis. Treatment - Extra Drugs in various forms to keep the tenuous armistice that is my body from devolving into open warfare. Also, sleep in aforementioned recliner for a week instead of my bed, to be kind to various bits under repair and somehow that helps.