I had food poisoning over the weekend. Bad chicken. I had five serious bouts of vomiting, the last two were double barreled affairs. Today I feel much better, but my torso feels like I've been beaten front and back. The good news is that I was the only victim in the household, my wife and kids being spared the experience. I was struck with the nausea starting very late, probably around 11pm, lasting through 'til 2:30am, while my family was in bed fast asleep. I decided not to bother them, and secluded myself to my misery in a bathroom away from the bedrooms. My only witness was one of our two dogs, Mozzie who trotted over to watch me during my trials. While I was lurching over the toilet bowl, I could through the haze see Mozzie sitting outside the bathroom door, his white fur standing out against the darkness behind him. He was sitting there in the way that dogs do when they are interested or confused by something. Head and ears perked up, his head slightly rotated to one side. With each subsequent retch and the accompanying awkward noise I made, Mozzie's head would rotate back and forth. For some reason at the time I found this so funny, that even in my misery I started to laugh at the little guy. This only added to the weird mix of noises, and made him twist his head back one forth more intently. The ruckus finally woke up my wife Rachel, who walked over to check the bathroom. When she arrived she saw me sitting in the bathroom floor with Mozzie in my lap. I was covered in sweat, the room reeked of vomit, and I was laughing. The look on her face was a beautiful mix of disgust, worry, and confusion.
Sorry for your troubles. Reminds me of the old corny joke; Sammy Davis Jr and Ella Fitsgerald open a restaurant. (you can see where this is going). "Sam & Ella's Restaurant " did not do well and closed shortly there after.
You have my sympathies. Been there a couple of times myself. If it lasts more than a few hours get to the doctor. I had a case that lasted a couple of days before I went in and in the absence of the med might have gone on long enough to be a serious problem.
Sorrry, but glad you made it through ok. I seldom vomit. My gut troubles usually hit a little farther down.
I've been affected with Salmonella twice in my life - both times through eating re-heated meat. Yuk ! For sure, you know when you've got it - the reaction is so violent. Keep hydrated. ( harolds 'I seldom vomit' made me smile - I immediately remembered the spoof 50s movie scene from 'Airplane'....'He never asks for a second cup of coffee at home'...........' He never vomits at home'....... )
I've eaten things that should have killed me but only made me extremely sick. Not sure that was a good deal.
Had something from bad seafood once that caused me to vomit so violently I broke blood vessels in my eyes. Fortunately was over in an hour or so but ...
Hit me last fall and forced a visit to the hospital. Complicated blood pressure and blood sugar and was largely responsible for my absence from the forum. Hypertension, diabetes and food poisoning is recipe for a bad day.
Glad that your recent unpleasantness is over and done with boss, but like they say when tragedy strikes, better you than me eh! I usually sit in a chair at the edge of the patio when projectile hurling, with the hose pipe at the ready. Easy to clean up afterwards. Not a good thing when wearing white or khaki colored shorts. Usually I'm pretty hungry afterwards, but that's what the Gatorade is for. Always keep some in the fridge. You never know.
I’m sorry to read of your misery with food poisoning. I had it back in 1973 and wound up in the hospital with an iv for replacement of fluids.
Hell, I eat like a billy goat and have had food poisoning, bad, probably six or seven times. Multiple types as well. -First time I know for sure was when I'd come home at 3 in the morning from a night of hard drinking with some of my fellow Marines. I was hungry and dug around in the fridge for something GOOD. I found a little Tupperware container in the back with some meatloaf in it. Meatloaf sandwich! That's the ticket. Microwaved it, slapped it between two slices of white bread, threw the Tupperware in the sink and devoured it. Went to bed. Up in an hour vomiting. Damn, I knew I was wasted but I didn't think I'd drunk so much I was going to get sick. Mental note: don't get into chugging contests and chase with Tequila! Vomiting, violently, every 20-30 minutes. Throwing up blood now, wife is worried, I ain't goin to no freakin' doctor. Wife asks what she heard me eating when I got home? "Meatloaf", I replied. "We haven't had meatloaf in months". She goes gets the Tupperware container, brings it into the bathroom where I'm hugging the commode and points out the pink, purple and green fuzz growing in it. O.K. we go to the doctor, I've torn my stomach lining due to the violent retching and vomiting. Get some medicine, to include some Phenergan suppositories (a miracle drug!!!). -Sitting in the desert getting ready to eat a can of C-rat spaghetti, stick the "John Wayne" (P38 can opener) in the lid to open it and pssssst, it shoots a stream of spaghetti sauce four feet in the air. Now it was extremely hot out, and I had set the can out on a rock for a while to get hot, and the can wasn't bulgy. So I scarf it all down, man it was good, a little Tobasco pepper sauce. Three hours later, projectile vomiting, blurred vision, slurred speech. My lance corporals go get the corpsman. His immediate concern is dehydration because I can't hold water down and you have to drink at least three gallons a day to maintain stasis. After talking to the lance corporals that witnessed the spewing c-rat spaghetti and considering the symptoms the corpsman decides there's a good chance I've gotten Botulism. He radios it in to the battalion aid station and they fly out in a helicopter and evacuate me back to the ship. Sweet! The doctors were a bit worried because the toxin can result in respiratory paralysis, but I just saw clean sheets, a bed, IV hydration, no forcing water down, and air conditioning! Again, Phenergan is our friend. -April 2011, waiting on my son Ryan to get back from a deployment to Afghanistan. He calls us from Tajikistan right before he boards a plane back to the US. Block leave has been approved for the Marines coming back, starting the day after they land in California. I have the date and time he's to be cut loose, call up the airline and spend $900. on his plane ticket home from California, the wife is cooking a big batch of chocolate fudge, one of his favorites, we've left the Christmas tree up since December and his wrapped presents are still under it. He lands in California, on the tarmac they are informed that due to a looming government shutdown he and his fellow Marines are being declared non-essential personnel, they will continue to report for duty, they will continue to work, they will not be paid, after the shutdown is resolved they can apply for back pay, that may or may not be approved. In the meantime all leaves are cancelled, they're afraid they won't come back. He calls me with the bad news, I tell him, "fug the Marine Corps, get your ass on the plane and come home. Screw them, you get shot at and blown up for seven months, then literally the minute you get home they tell you tough titty, no pay, no leave. Screw them they broke the contract, come on home. I bet you Obama makes sure the welfare checks still go out. "Dad, I can't do that." So I eat a $900. plane ticket and the fudge goes in the kitchen cabinet where it's forgotten. One day, well over a year later I'm craving something sweet and come across a huge plastic container full of fudge. It was good. Ate three or four pieces. During the night I get sick, fever, chills, nausea, diarrhea, figure I'm coming down with the flu. Call out at work, take flu meds, get to feeling a little better later in the afternoon, starving. Go get me some fudge. That night the illness returns full force. Next afternoon start feeling a little better, eat some bland soup, good to go. About 7pm go get me some fudge, the illness returns. This goes on for like 5 days. On the final day, I get feeling better in the afternoon and go for some fudge, I'm down to the last two pieces. My wife says, "what are you doing?" "Getting me some fudge." "That fudge has to be over a year old don't eat it!" "Chocolate doesn't go bad." She grabs the container, "Yes it does." She wipes some fine, white powdery stuff off the chocolate with her finger and holds it up. "This is mold." "No it's not, haven't you ever gotten a candy bar at the store and it's got white on the bottom where the sugar had leached out?" "This is mold." Not willing to admit I was wrong I checked with someone that would know, the wife was right. Damn, sometimes I'm dumb. Poisoned myself for a week.
Glad you made it through Otto. Had a bout of that lately. Had a McDonalds chicken salad. A FRIGGIN SALAD. And upchucked all night. Thats what I get for eating healthy.
