I woke early around 7AM and hit the bathroom as I would any other Monday. Fluids drained from my body as they typically have and I flushed some feces too.
Being water free meant potential dehydration, and the ‘potential’ is my lonely adjective, at least from a medical perspective—an ingrained common sense perspective too. There are some things I know about dehydration and others that were Googled while I still have my wits. These are the things, the possibilities, the monsters in the closet that are half-expected and half-unknown…
Will my mouth get dry?
Will my tongue bloat, bleed, and crack under pressure?
Will I wake up with a headache?
Will I lose my balance and enter a mental fog?
Will my urine become heavily concentrated and eventually stop altogether?
Will my kidneys beep a silent red like a used-up Brita faucet filter.
Will my energy levels slump to near-dead levels?
Will I lose all of my body weight because I, like you, am made mostly of water?
Will I, will I, will I… Will I didn’t note any of these characteristics within my first 24 hours.
