Ugh! Food Poisoning
January 27, 2016
Each afternoon we experience a fun “happy hour” activity. Yesterday was a wine tasting with lots of delicious appetizers. Mmmmm! We all chatted, compared stories, experiences. “Old Timers” were glad to welcome us “Newcomers.”
I fell asleep a happy camper, full of food and good times. Then about 2am, I woke up not feeling very well at all. I got up and visited the bathroom, and went back to bed, trying to sleep. Sleep was not to be had—not at all. So I relied on my mother’s old practical advice—I went to the kitchen and got a 2 quart pan and snuggled it close to me as I got back into bed, hoping to ward off the impending nausea. It’s funny about throwing up—the agony of anticipation is much worse than the aftermath. The aftermath is relief, at least for a while. Then the cycle starts again. So went the night. By the next morning, I was totally exhausted and wretched out. Eating was out of the question, needless to say! So the day was spent lounging around, trying to get comfortable. It’s strange to totally lose a day, sleeping and tossing around uncomfortably.
Things are much better today. I woke up feeling almost normal. Still not hungry, I realize that it would be smart to try to eat something. I ate my regular breakfast—a toasted peanut butter sandwich and half of my protein drink. Not the best plan, as I immediately started to feel queasy again. Luckily, the queasiness only resulted in discomfort, but it has lasted the entire day. So again today, the day was lost.
Because my television uses so much battery power, I must run the generator after just about an hour of distraction. The channel selection is pathetic—some old comedies that today were not funny. Others made me smile because they were so silly. I was desperate—so I watched hour after hour. Finally tonight I found the PBS Evening News—ahh—the world was still here! Now it’s NOVA with a documentation of the devastating earthquake in Napal. Heart wrentching, listening to the narrator announcing that the biggest tectonic shift is yet to happen, and would be even more destructive. And I worry about feeling queasy….get real, Girl!
On that note, I feel like getting some sleep—as if I really need more sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day.
PS. “tomorrow” was definitely a better day–they always are. I was fine and just glad that my brush with food poisoning wasn’t lengthy.