No more blackened catfish
It started with an over spiced blackened catfish at lunch Friday. I love hot food but this one kept me coughing throughout the meal.
My stomach growled when I saw down for dinner at home Friday night. No big deal. I eat spicy food all the time.
By 8 p.m., however, the growling turned into full-fledged mutiny and the rumbling from my gut sounded like Sherman’s march through Georgia.. I headed for the bathroom with a fresh magazine to let nature take its course.
Nature’s course turned into many trips to the john – throughout the night about every 10-15 minutes as Amy kept all three of our bathrooms stocked with plenty of toilet paper and magazines.
By morning, the worst should have passed. My system appeared clean enough for a colonoscopy (anybody got Katie Couric’s phone number?). Didn’t feel like eating so I drank some apple juice.
Bad choice. The juice hit my stomach like Gen. George S. Patton on his way to the Battle of the Bulge. Fifteen minutes later I was on my knees in the bathroom, regurgitating the apple juice into the toilet bowl.
The routine continued through the morning, either sitting and reading or on my knees and tossing my cookies (in this case apple juice). Between sessions in the john, I guzzled water, which stayed down about half the time. By noon, things seemed to calm down and I tried to sleep.
Then the leg cramps hit – excruciating, rolling charley-horse cramps that ran from foot to thigh. One moment I was asleep, the next writing on the floor like a rabid dog, yelping in pain. During more than one of the attacks, my digestive system decided to assert its dominance so I had to crawl to the nearest bathroom to add more to the Thompson septic system while trying to massage the cramps out of my legs.
Amy, fortunately, ran errands on Saturday and missed most of my humiliation. I could calm the leg cramps in the hot tub but it was too far from the nearest bathroom.
By 6 p.m. the trips to the bathroom had dropped to about once an hour so I crawled into the hot tub and let the rush of water ease the cramps.
At 6:45, I crawled into bed and slept soundly for the next six hours.
Amy said Saturday was a gorgeous day.
Sorry I missed it.
Deputy Dawg must have gotten revenge with this.
Reminds me of a food poisoning episode my entire family came down with. The worst part was 3 people affted and only 2 bathrooms.
It must be going around.
I missed Saturday for the same reason, and I didn’t have the catfish.
Hm-m-m-m. It would appear that our household has been visited by the same plague. We never made it to Raleigh. David has been struck down with the same malady sans leg cramps. We will need a recommendation for a local physician soon if this doesn’t abate. Looks like food poisoning!!
Sympathy. It was a beautiful day, sorry you missed it, too.
Chef special – Chili – to be avoided at all costs (the ground up old beef). I had the same experience after some chili at a fairly well known Middleburg restaurant.
Now blackened catfish. Well, for me its anything seafood at MaCormick & S@#idts (?). When I eat seafood I always take a glass of wine. It kills the microbes and ain’t have bad on the pallet either. No problems since I started drinking a glass of wine with questionable meals.
I just knew that, once you swapped out your high school picture on your web site in favor of a more current one, something like this would happen. Some things are NOT meant to be.
Can’t wait to read your book. We’re talking about self-publishing some of the Remember Cliffside material soon, and I’d like to get your advice.
Sorry, Doug, I could have sworn I was reading Fred’s blog. This damned dementia! (In the back of my mind I wondered, when did Fred 1st get a hot tub?) Sorry ’bout that; disregard my last transmission.
Doug, I wouldn’t be so quick to blame the catfish. This sounds like the same thing that has been travelling through Check Elementary for about a month. It hit its peak (and took me down) about 2-3 weeks ago when we had 50-something kids absent (out of 370) and others who did come to school were puking about the hallways and buses. Hopefully if that’s what you have, it passes quicker than it did for me! No fun…
Jeez..to post about it was to experience it again? I hope not..sounds horrible.
Hope your bright-eyed and furry-tailed by Morning morn.
Yes, it’s tearing through Roanoke and Franklin County also. My daughter goes to North Cross in Roanoke and 9 kids in her grade were out on Friday, I’m sure it will be more on Monday – as she’s now in the throws of it. Eight days ago I ate dinner at Ranch Viejo and blamed bad mexican the next morning for general fatigue, indigestion and dizziness. It got worse early Sunday afternoon and I went through five solid days of 100F temperatures, fatigue, sinus and throat congestion, sore throat, headaches. My fever lifted on day six. Oh man that sore throat was relentless. I’m on day eight now, the pains are gone, but I’m still dealing with head congestion and mild coughing during the day, followed by a nagging itch in my chest at night that compels me to cough and is keeping me awake. I’m only 33 but this is the worst flu I’ve had in ages and the only flu to keep me from doing a full workload for a solid week – ever.
I’m hoping this strain was the strain targeted in this year’s flu shot or the elderly in the area will have a tough time of it.