Oy! I just read today's notes (though I have yet to catch up with today's posts) about BK's bout with food poisoning. Something similar hit me last night. I attended an office Christmas party and though I didn't eat or imbibe overly much, I began to feel queasy as I was driving home. And then I felt worse and worse. Vomiting and vomiting and vomiting--ugh! Eventually it stopped and I was able to get a decent night's sleep, but I still felt nauseous enough this morning to not go into the office and work at home. I've been eating light all day and drinking Gatorade and I felt better this evening. I doubt if it was food poisoning--probably a stomach virus though there was no diarrhea involved.
But as bad as I felt last night, it was no where near as bad as what I believe was a true case of food poisoning this past spring. I began to feel sick in my stomach in work and I began to worry if it was a kidney stone attack coming on. I left the office early and took a cab home instead of walking. I began having the absolutely worst stomach cramps I ever experienced, along with bouts of violent vomiting. This went on for about three excruciating hours. Finally, after a particularly intense episode of puking, the stomach cramps subsided and I felt somewhat better though it left me feeling incredibly weak for a day or two afterwards.
I'm pretty sure that that was food poisoning. The previous night, I had gulped down over half a can of salted peanuts, which had been sitting in my pantry for close to a year. I don't normally eat that many peanuts at a sitting, let alone year old peanuts. It's now only occurring to me how closely that event paralleled that old classic song, "Found A Peanut". Life imitates art.
