I think SR put his finger on why it bothers me when he said. "You mention a European country to an American and the first thing they usually say is "I've been there", you know, "I've been to Poland" as in ... "been there, done that, crossed off the bucket list, no use saying any more" type thing. Anyway, I've never found any reason to cross things off. But I am willing to make an exception for Staph Aureus food poisoning.
Working in the Urgent Care, I saw enough patients with severe food poisoning, that I had always been just 1% curious what that must be like to experience it. Now I know.
I will never again leave soup with cream in it out overnight and then eat it again --- four days later.
I spent Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday puking up every single thing that went into my mouth and watching air build up in my intestines as I became more and more constipated. These symptoms led me to the staph diagnosis. Since no one else got sick and no one else had dared eat the soup, the fact that it was food poisoning was pretty obvious.
|My gas baby had been gestating for 4 days coincident with Cherelli birthing a real baby girl.|
In the face of the illness, I was okay not running... for two days. But in this time of frustrating uncertainty about which country we are going to live in 6 months from now and what on earth our next jobs will be, I cling to my training plan like a wooby. I switched my schedule from Ole around so my two rest days were in a row and on Wednesday went out to run 8km in 37:20 (I puked at least 10 times WHILE runing and my body was shaking and sweating uncharacteristically). It felt. terrible. And my shirt was covered in puke. (I should probably mention I was not on the treadmill) The next day was supposed to be 18 km at the same pace, but I had to cut it short after 13 km in 61: (in extreme gusting winds!) because I was leaning back so much due to my big gas belly that I started irritating my hip. Plus it was still simply torture to be running. I wrote Ole and he ajusted the training plan.
Today was better. And now I remember why it is I normally love running:
2 x 4 km in 15:51 and 15:50 with a 3 min rest (treadmill 0.5%).
It felt terrible at the time to get food poisoning, but feeling like I might die for a couple days really helped me (if only temporarily) put things into perspective. I had my beautiful boys to hug and that was what mattered. And my life and health a safety. It is strange, though, how as soon as I started feeling better again, I went back to being my greedy old self.
I will leave you with this thought: Do we as humans really ever learn anything more than how to make our lives more pleasant and convenient? (and do we need to learn more than that?)
And another question: How often do you use shampoo (in your hair)?
Give me a moment to contemplate the running song of the day - I know I have something good to recommend...