After a year in the PNW I’ve finally gotten sick.
Yesterday I was sick of wearing jeans all the time. I figured my day would be spent polishing an estimate and CAD drawing, testing cameras, etc. The phone rang as I was about to leave. I was needed at a job site. On go the jeans and battered boots.
I had to find some asphalt sealer, so I had a bit of driving to do. I decided to have ‘brunch’ in the form of a Jack-in-the-Box burger and a couple of tacos around 10:00. (Entirely too much food, BTW!) I got to the job site and found out I’d be cutting asphalt for vehicle detection loops. Cold, wet work. We ran out of sealant, and I was sent to fetch more from Oak Harbor. Oh, and by the way, bring back four Jack-in-the-Box tacos. I got myself two 20 oz. black teas with a sugar and a dash of milk in each. I was freezing when I got back to the site, but was soon perspiring digging a trench in the rocky ground. I finally made it home to Birch Bay around 5:30 PM.
Now, you may think that those two J-i-t-B tacos I had earlier in the day would have had a deliterious effect on my system; but I had a normal bowel movement around 6:00. Now, I was becoming a bit peckish; but my cupboards are not well stocked at the moment. Nothing in the fridge, either. I decided to open a tin of Rosarita Refried Beans (it was either that, or Juanita’s Menudo). Of course, I’m out of cheese. Wait! Here’s some left-over salsa. Okay, it’s been in it little plastic cup in the fridge for a couple/three weeks; but I needed to spice up the beans. I ate half the tin of beans, with the salsa mixed in.
7:30 PM. (Here comes the TMI part.) That odd feeling can only mean one thing: Explosive Diarrhea. Oh, it was a gusher! Oh, well. With any luck I’ve gotten rid of it and I’ll be okay in the morning.
No such luck. I was awakened about every 90 minutes with an urgent need. It was aweful! Completely liquid, like a light tan beef stock. When morning came, I called in sick to work.
I had a couple large cups of coffee. Now I realised that I was a little hungry-like; but I A) didn’t have anything to eat, and B) didn’t think I could keep it down anyway. I settled on a piece of dry whole-grain toast. A little later I had another one. So far, so good. But I was exhausted. The next times I went to the toilet things were still liquid, but not as bad as before. I’ve been trying to drink water, and am currently working on my third or fourth 12-oz. glass. This afternoon, I managed two pieces of whole-grain toast spread with some marmalade. I’ve just had a small bowl of (stale-tasting) Grape Nuts with milk.
I’ve slept most of the day, keeping warm under two comforters and on top of an electric blanket. Having slept all day, will I be able to sleep tonight?
I think the old salsa may have given me a touch of food poisoning. Do you think this is so? If I had/have food poisoning (as opposed to something else caused by the alternating hot and cold in the wet weather), how long will it last? It seems to be getting better (I hope!), but I still feel a bit rocky.