What a terrible time I've had the last two days, though the worst was on Sunday.
After the musical, I came home to dine on a package of Garlic Chicken... and kept tasting it, burp after burp.
I thought maybe I'd overeaten, so I stayed up a little later, hoping my stomach would settle.
At 3 AM, I was roused from bed, in great distress.
There followed three hours of diarrhea and vomiting, each hour interspersed with me having to shower before trying to return to bed to get warm.
There's nothing quite so miserable as sitting on the toilet, shaking, as both orifices spew.
About 7 AM, I crawled back to bed, in yet another nightgown, desperate to get warm.
After a couple of hours of restless half-sleep, I was up for yet another round of fluids leaving my body forcefully.
Horrible, just horrible.
And throughout the ordeal, the smell of that last meal was all around me.
Was it food poisoning?
About 1 PM, I changed from the couch to the bed and slept four blessed hours in peace.
I was wakened by another bout of diarrhea, but the vomiting seemed to have ceased.
i thank You, God.
I distracted myself with a little TV.
I watched David Chambers win the Mexican Open, with that being his first-ever win of a tournament since he started making the rounds in 2015.
I watched the AARP MFG Awards show, every minute of it.
All the while, I slowly sipped the 'emergency' ginger ale that had been in the fridge.
That seemed to work, so I switched over to an electrolye drink still in the fridge.
Mind, I cut both with tap water, so they wouldn't be too cold for my poor stomach.
It still feels like it's been used as a punching bag.
Early to bed Sunday night, sleeping fairly well, though with crossed legs... just in case.
Today, I had an appointment with my nutritionist, Elizabeth Carley, at Savannah VA.
I maybe could have postponed it again, but the original meet was for last Thursday, when the temperature didn't even hit 50 F.
I'm glad I went.
She couldn't say if I had food poisoning or an intestinal flu, but she knew what I needed.
She recommended the BRAT food plan.
Bananas, unseasoned rice, unsweetened applesauce, and toast.
That necessitated my stopping at the store for three of those four, as I had rice.
By the time I arrived there, I was almost shaking I was so worn out.
I grabbed a buggy in the parking lot to steady myself and held onto it as I slowly moved through Food Lion, picking up one banana, a six-pack of unsweetened applesauce, more ginger ale, a lemonade Vitamin Water, and a box of Wheat Thins.
Then I came home and sat for hour or so, drinking more fluids, slowly.
Then I had some applesauce and crackers... and it stayed down.
Half the banana followed... and that stayed, too.
I'm going to try rice with unsalted, no-fat beef broth for dinner.
Looks like it's going to be an early night again.
Good.
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