Ever since i got diagnosed with Crohn's disease in 2008, I have had a problem with randomly vomiting, anywhere, anyplace. My stomach does not care who is around or where I am. If its go time, its go time. It generally is a mild, short experience. I got this!
So I have adjusted my lifestyle accordingly and am always well prepared and well stocked on puke bags.
Twice it got really bad. Bad enough to miss a funeral.
We are at the Lac Leamy Casino and Resort in Quebec, at a 60th anniversary for a Pet Supply Company. You know, one of those big, fancy, get all dressed up kind of affairs.
Now keep in mind that not only have I been vomiting randomly for 7 yrs and I have Crohn's, fibromyalgia, OCD, ADHD, anxiety and depression so going anywhere for me is a challenge. Especially big events with lots of STRANGERS.
7am Sept 1
All dressed pretty for a buffet breakfast. There is only 4 of us in the banquet hall at the time. Me and my husband. And 2 girls from a BC we just met. Decide we would sit together for breakfast. Great. Its always nice meeting new people. I'm listening to the conversation going on as i eat my BACON!! Who doesn't love bacon. My brain is thinking mmm this bacon is so UH OH, OH NO something is not right.
So I quietly say to my husband I'm not feeling well. The room starts spinning. My stomach is doing somersaults, sideways flip flops and a whirling motion, my chest feels like it is being squeezed together while an elephant sits on it. I'm begging my husband to find me a washroom as he is trying to rush me from the basement of the hotel up to our room.
Well this body of mine is totally out of my control now and there was no way it was waiting to find a bathroom or my room. Andrew rushes me outside to a garbage can and all hell breaks loose. How can such a small amount of food produce so much horrendousness. And then I hear the voices!! Yes some of the people from the company are now arriving and are talking to Andrew while he is trying to block me from their view. GREAT! Thanks again body.
I finally get to our room. The vomiting lasts about 1/2hr. Finally it stops. I'm going to have a nap. That usually does the trick. I wake up just before noon. And feel great. So into the bath i go. Get re-ready. New pretty outfit. Well that incident wasn't too bad after all.
Off to go see what's happening at the show and it's also now lunch time. Now I know breakfast didn't go well so I decided to have 2 cherry tomatoes, 2 pieces of broccoli and a tiny bit of Caesar salad. Hahahahahaha....BIG BIG MISTAKE
As we are eating, Andrew leaves the table to take a phone call and I am left alone with more strangers. Great. As I'm picking at my salad trying to stay calm it hits me again. Like a huge tidal wave of panic, nausea, chest crushing, head spinning. Omg not again. I need to get out of here quietly. As i see everyone at the table start to stare at me i manage to excuse myself without a big scene and try to find my husband.
Luckily I ran into our rep and he got me to Andrew in a hurry. He takes one look at me and rushes me up to our room again. As I'm violently puking non stop by this point, I get into my "comfy clothes" which was a pair of old black tights, a light pink, see through, long sleeved shirt that says B.E.A.U.T.Y. and a hot pink bra. I'm in a hotel! No one is going to see me!
I don't remember much from this point. A lot of vomiting. Very shallow breathing. In and of some sort of sleep. Oh and my arms completely numb and tingling. What the hell is that from? Andrew asking me over and over to go to a hospital. NO FUCKING WAY!! When ur as sick as me for so long the last place u want to go is ER. He felt so helpless. I could hear it in his voice as he wipes my head with a cold cloth and trying to do anything he can to make me feel better.
Supper came and went. I sent Andrew down to eat while I tried to rest. I don't know what time he came back but I was still in all my throwing up glory. Wow what a wonderful trip this has turned out to be.
I remembered at some point during the night that I brought a joint with me. That always helps. So I'm sitting in the bath tub trying to puff on this joint while still puking. Finally it kicks in a bit. Ahh a little relief. But not for long.
I start puking some sort of black charcoal crap. FFS.
Fine. Lets go to the ER. But of course I'm stubborn! WE ARE DRIVING INTO OTTAWA. Its bad enough I'm going but I am NOT going to one where I don't speak the language.
So we head out to the car. Oh yes, just my luck. It would be parked too far away for me to walk my sorry puking butt to. Nope. Lets have me sit on the bench in front of the hotel. Remember the casino I mentioned. Picture this
Its 12:30am at a fancy hotel with casino and there is some broad sitting on a bench wearing a questionable outfit, vomiting her head off into a plastic bag and being so completely weak she is barely holding her head up. Yep that was me. People were walking by and looking at me like I was some sort of drug addicted drunk hooker. Great. Even the car parking guy stared at me.
We get to the Ottawa Civic hospital and seeing the triage nurse. Don't remember much of this either. I do remember asking her why my arms were so numb. I was hyperventilating she says. What? So they give me some Gravol and an iv bag of fluids and I wait for a DR I ended up finally passing out from the Gravol. Its now about 4 am
The DR shows up. I wake up but I'm groggy. I don't really remember everything. The DR asks me 100 questions and i tell him that i have been getting sick for a while now. Never to this extent though. Tell him I have Crohns and fibro. Have specialists for both. Had a test done week before to check stomach, and had an appt the following week for a colonoscopy. My DR thought maybe I had an ulcer.
My husband said they were talking to me and acting like they didn't believe me. And he believes they really thought I was a strung out addict.
I told him I also smoke marijuana. But I didn't bring any with me on this trip. He said he was going to have someone come check me for gallstones but it sounds like I'm withdrawing from the weed. WHAT THE FUCK?
So in comes the new DR and they are asking me about the weed again. And I remembered I had that one joint. So I mentioned that. Well now I'm overdosing on marijuana and that's why I have been throwing up for the past 17 hrs. And I was released.
When I got back to London a few days later I went to see my Crohn's specialist and told him what happened. Not only did he laugh he gave me the results of my test. I HAD A BACTERIA IN MY GUTS CALLED H PYLORI. I was put on a lovely combination of pulls that made me sicker than I already was. A long recovery but I'm all better and now I'm also on medical marijuana.
Yep that happened
M
So I have adjusted my lifestyle accordingly and am always well prepared and well stocked on puke bags.
Twice it got really bad. Bad enough to miss a funeral.
We are at the Lac Leamy Casino and Resort in Quebec, at a 60th anniversary for a Pet Supply Company. You know, one of those big, fancy, get all dressed up kind of affairs.
Now keep in mind that not only have I been vomiting randomly for 7 yrs and I have Crohn's, fibromyalgia, OCD, ADHD, anxiety and depression so going anywhere for me is a challenge. Especially big events with lots of STRANGERS.
7am Sept 1
All dressed pretty for a buffet breakfast. There is only 4 of us in the banquet hall at the time. Me and my husband. And 2 girls from a BC we just met. Decide we would sit together for breakfast. Great. Its always nice meeting new people. I'm listening to the conversation going on as i eat my BACON!! Who doesn't love bacon. My brain is thinking mmm this bacon is so UH OH, OH NO something is not right.
So I quietly say to my husband I'm not feeling well. The room starts spinning. My stomach is doing somersaults, sideways flip flops and a whirling motion, my chest feels like it is being squeezed together while an elephant sits on it. I'm begging my husband to find me a washroom as he is trying to rush me from the basement of the hotel up to our room.
Well this body of mine is totally out of my control now and there was no way it was waiting to find a bathroom or my room. Andrew rushes me outside to a garbage can and all hell breaks loose. How can such a small amount of food produce so much horrendousness. And then I hear the voices!! Yes some of the people from the company are now arriving and are talking to Andrew while he is trying to block me from their view. GREAT! Thanks again body.
I finally get to our room. The vomiting lasts about 1/2hr. Finally it stops. I'm going to have a nap. That usually does the trick. I wake up just before noon. And feel great. So into the bath i go. Get re-ready. New pretty outfit. Well that incident wasn't too bad after all.
Off to go see what's happening at the show and it's also now lunch time. Now I know breakfast didn't go well so I decided to have 2 cherry tomatoes, 2 pieces of broccoli and a tiny bit of Caesar salad. Hahahahahaha....BIG BIG MISTAKE
As we are eating, Andrew leaves the table to take a phone call and I am left alone with more strangers. Great. As I'm picking at my salad trying to stay calm it hits me again. Like a huge tidal wave of panic, nausea, chest crushing, head spinning. Omg not again. I need to get out of here quietly. As i see everyone at the table start to stare at me i manage to excuse myself without a big scene and try to find my husband.
Luckily I ran into our rep and he got me to Andrew in a hurry. He takes one look at me and rushes me up to our room again. As I'm violently puking non stop by this point, I get into my "comfy clothes" which was a pair of old black tights, a light pink, see through, long sleeved shirt that says B.E.A.U.T.Y. and a hot pink bra. I'm in a hotel! No one is going to see me!
I don't remember much from this point. A lot of vomiting. Very shallow breathing. In and of some sort of sleep. Oh and my arms completely numb and tingling. What the hell is that from? Andrew asking me over and over to go to a hospital. NO FUCKING WAY!! When ur as sick as me for so long the last place u want to go is ER. He felt so helpless. I could hear it in his voice as he wipes my head with a cold cloth and trying to do anything he can to make me feel better.
Supper came and went. I sent Andrew down to eat while I tried to rest. I don't know what time he came back but I was still in all my throwing up glory. Wow what a wonderful trip this has turned out to be.
I remembered at some point during the night that I brought a joint with me. That always helps. So I'm sitting in the bath tub trying to puff on this joint while still puking. Finally it kicks in a bit. Ahh a little relief. But not for long.
I start puking some sort of black charcoal crap. FFS.
Fine. Lets go to the ER. But of course I'm stubborn! WE ARE DRIVING INTO OTTAWA. Its bad enough I'm going but I am NOT going to one where I don't speak the language.
So we head out to the car. Oh yes, just my luck. It would be parked too far away for me to walk my sorry puking butt to. Nope. Lets have me sit on the bench in front of the hotel. Remember the casino I mentioned. Picture this
Its 12:30am at a fancy hotel with casino and there is some broad sitting on a bench wearing a questionable outfit, vomiting her head off into a plastic bag and being so completely weak she is barely holding her head up. Yep that was me. People were walking by and looking at me like I was some sort of drug addicted drunk hooker. Great. Even the car parking guy stared at me.
We get to the Ottawa Civic hospital and seeing the triage nurse. Don't remember much of this either. I do remember asking her why my arms were so numb. I was hyperventilating she says. What? So they give me some Gravol and an iv bag of fluids and I wait for a DR I ended up finally passing out from the Gravol. Its now about 4 am
The DR shows up. I wake up but I'm groggy. I don't really remember everything. The DR asks me 100 questions and i tell him that i have been getting sick for a while now. Never to this extent though. Tell him I have Crohns and fibro. Have specialists for both. Had a test done week before to check stomach, and had an appt the following week for a colonoscopy. My DR thought maybe I had an ulcer.
My husband said they were talking to me and acting like they didn't believe me. And he believes they really thought I was a strung out addict.
I told him I also smoke marijuana. But I didn't bring any with me on this trip. He said he was going to have someone come check me for gallstones but it sounds like I'm withdrawing from the weed. WHAT THE FUCK?
So in comes the new DR and they are asking me about the weed again. And I remembered I had that one joint. So I mentioned that. Well now I'm overdosing on marijuana and that's why I have been throwing up for the past 17 hrs. And I was released.
When I got back to London a few days later I went to see my Crohn's specialist and told him what happened. Not only did he laugh he gave me the results of my test. I HAD A BACTERIA IN MY GUTS CALLED H PYLORI. I was put on a lovely combination of pulls that made me sicker than I already was. A long recovery but I'm all better and now I'm also on medical marijuana.
Yep that happened
M