Yesterday afternoon I decided to treat myself. I was at a coffee place (no need to name names) and got one of those lovely summertime treats: the frozen coffee beverage with whipped cream on top. Now, I love whipped cream so much that I usually save it for last…that’s the beauty of whipped cream on a FROZEN bevvie; it doesn’t melt into the drink, and you can slurp it up solo (with the choco-sauce drizzled on top) at the very end. YUMMM…
Now I will say that when I ate the whipped cream off my drink yesterday, it just didn’t feel quite right. It’s not that it tasted bad, it’s more that it was just, well, sorta wrong: a bit greasy, a bit stick-on-the-lips-y. I was slightly disturbed, but put it down to the chocolate sauce, that perhaps the cream was a bit frozen? Whatever. It was not quite right, but I ate it anyway.
Just a few short hours later, as I was putting my kids to bed, my head started to reel, I broke out in a cold sweat, I could hardly make it to the bathroom in time. I was SICK. So sick that when my husband got home from work, even he was worried (this is a man who is not easily phased by other peoples’ illness. His own, yes. Other peoples’…not so much). I had such bad spins that I couldn’t focus on anything…but closing my eyes only felt worse. I was dizzy, nauseous, and HOT! but I didn’t have a fever. I was sweating and shivering and my body was availing itself of every means it could find of expelling the badness from within. I thought for a while it must have been food poisoning, then speculated on the possibility of West Nile Virus (of course I don’t even know what the symptoms are and don’t really have any mosquito bites to speak of). I even had one dark, dark moment where I thought I might be pregnant again.
This morning I was still sick enough that I made the short trip to the doctor’s office. And even she remarked with dismay how bad I looked! But at least she was able to diagnose me. It is official. It has been Verified. By The Doctor. I HAVE FOOD POISONING.
It is death. It is worse than death. I have personally had strep throat and pneumonia, and neither one of them has anything on food poisoning. I am on a restricted diet of nothing but gatorade, and even that is next to impossible to get down. Gravol brings a measure of relief, but just enough to take the raging, dizzy sickness down to a dull roar. I have been told to expect at least another day of it before it is completely out of my system.
Some treat, eh? I tell you this, anyway. It’s going to take a while before I am up to eating anything with whipped cream on it!