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Come on over to my new home... Here at typepad. bookofjoe lives there now. It looks as permanent as anything web-related can be. bookofjoe.com still takes you here, to livejournal: my tech support team is working feverishly on this. |
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| Monday, January 5th, 2004 |
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So sick, I thought the world was coming to an end
That would be last night, starting around 8 pm. I was just sitting here, posting and all, taking a break from football before returning for the big one, LSU-Oklahoma. Very gradually, but inexorably, I started feeling queasy. Was it something I ate? 'Cause it sure wasn't anyone I ate. Last thing I'd had was reheated pizza at about 5 pm, during the first half of Indianapolis-Denver (don't you just love Boomer Esiason's comment after the first half ended 31-3: "It's not over yet."?) Of course, there was that pound of raw chestnuts I ate just before I started in on the pizza: no question there was some fungus on some of 'em, but I thought I got it off. That shouldn't wipe a person out, though. Should it? Anyhow, I realized I was gonna be sick, so I made for the toilet, only to retch and have the dry heaves. So if there was nothing in my stomach, why was I feeling so sick? It got worse: I started sweating, getting chills: was I septic? No, my heart rate was nice and slow, around 60: sepsis = tachycardia. I was so weak, I couldn't move: I lay on the floor, feeling like when you're seasick. I tried acupressure, the web between the thumb and first finger, both hands: who knows what that did. Back and forth between bed and the bathroom floor, until 2 am, when I fell asleep. I woke up this morning fine, as if nothing had ever happened, although my belly muscles ached from all the contracting. So what was that all about? I don't know, I'm just an anesthesiologist, find a real doctor. And I'm skipping today's run, 'cause I feel a little weak, still: haven't eaten much so far today, 'cause I don't want any chance of that happening again. |