After puking the first time at 5:00 am, I puked again at 6:00 am. The second time was far worse than the first. Not only did all the salt water come back up but so did some of the grapefruit I ate two days earlier. After the convulsions* stopped I said to myself, "Pat, this is the most idiotic thing you've ever done, on purpose, to yourself." I went back to bed until 7:30 am, I was wiped.
So far today (its 6:30 pm now) the only hole in my body utilized to expel waste has been my mouth. The cleansing (so called) that I expected has yet to come to fruition. By now I expected some action but I've been shut out.
I did take the kids sledding all day. I felt ok. Ironically, the most difficult thing I dealt with all day was bloating. Talking has also been tough because my throat is raw...salt burns I think.
The Great Blow is over. Needless to say it was a failure. Frankly, I've experienced better cleansing by eating 20 chocolate chip cookies on a Sunday afternoon.
*if you're interested perhaps I'll blog sometime about my xstreamly violent puking