Re: Sorry for my absence...Was REAL SICK!

[Guest guest]

wow dodge

sounds like you had a very bad experience with a burger, I hope you reported

whatever place that was to the health department.

[ ] Sorry for my absence...Was REAL SICK!

Hi all:

Here's a post I wrote a few days ago in my blog, with a few minor changes, so

that you all know what I've been up to, or down with.

Well, it’ll be a long time before I visit one particular burger joint

again… Now begins my story.

This is called Don’t Let This Happen To You…

Election Day started out in a normal way. I had already voted, and I was

bumming around the house, preparing to go to work that afternoon. I decided

around

2 PM. to eat some lunch. I was starving. I got a burger from a local burger

joint and headed home again. I ate lunch and was quite pleased with myself..

I was getting ready to leave for work a few minutes later when it happened.

I’ll spare you the details, but it was awful. It was so awful, and I was so

weak, that I had to call a crew to come get me. This not even an hour after

the symptoms began. I was in so much pain that I feared I would pass out,

hence my reason for calling in said crew.

The crew, of course, gave me a hard time about my service dog, much to my

dismay, but I was in too much pain to deal with them as I should have done. I

get to the hospital, and we’ll just say I was sick as a dog. I saw a doctor

relatively quickly and he said you have a gastrointestinal upset. I’ll give

you some prescriptions, one of pain and one for nausea. A GI upset? Gee, ya

don’t say? I’m just a medic, and I could have told you that. I went home and

a friend offered to go get my scripts. Of course, I didn’t get better. The

pain med didn’t help, and the nausea med didn’t help. The reason they didn't

help was quite simple: I couldn't keep either one down. In short, I was sick in

more than one way and I was getting weaker and more dehydrated as the night

wore on.

Finally, my dad came over and agreed to take me back to the hospital. This

time, I was determined that they would not just fluff me off and say I

had a GI upset and send me home. They would give me some real meds to help

with the pain and meds to help with the other very messy symptoms. We got to

the hospital at midnight and didn’t leave until four AM. It was awful. They

did give me a med for the nausea, they gave me a liter of fluids, and blessed

relief, a shot of Morphine. After the blood work, urine sample and CT scan, I

received yet another shot of Morphine. Then, my IV infiltrated my arm, which

is to say, it came out of the vein, and the fluid went into the tissues of my

arm. That hurt!!!!! My arm swelled to the size of a small tree trunk, but

finally, finally, I was allowed to go home…

I went home and slept for four hours, then, I got up and called a friend.

I’ve been on a diet of clear liquids and bland food since I got home and if I

don’t eat some

real food soon I’ll eat my own arm! I’m starving!

--

Dodge

" If a man does not keep pace with his companions perhaps it is

because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he

hears, however measured or far away. " --Henry Thoreau

Read my blog at:

http://jumpthis.wordpress.com

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[Guest guest]

Dodge,

I know exactly where you are coming from. My only real bout with

food poisoning was also from a burger. I went to the ER was given

some scripts and 2 hrs later went back to the ER by ambulance. My BP

dropped to 60/40. I knew I was in trouble when I lost my sight. The

paramedics gave me oxygen and that helped some. That time they kept

me there the all night giving me fluids as fast as I could take

them.

The doc at the ER apologized for sending me home with meds the first

time. I was so sick, his apology didn't help.

I hope you are feeling much better.

Shirley

--- In , Dodge Porter <medicdodge@...>

wrote:

>

> Hi all:

>

> Here's a post I wrote a few days ago in my blog, with a few minor

changes, so that you all know what I've been up to, or down with.

>

> Well, it’ll be a long time before I visit one particular burger

joint again… Now begins my story.

>

> This is called Don’t Let This Happen To You…

>

> Election Day started out in a normal way. I had already voted, and

I was bumming around the house, preparing to go to work that

afternoon. I decided around

> 2 PM. to eat some lunch. I was starving. I got a burger from a

local burger joint and headed home again. I ate lunch and was quite

pleased with myself.

> I was getting ready to leave for work a few minutes later when it

happened.

>

> I’ll spare you the details, but it was awful. It was so awful,

and I was so weak, that I had to call a crew to come get me. This

not even an hour after

> the symptoms began. I was in so much pain that I feared I would

pass out, hence my reason for calling in said crew.

>

> The crew, of course, gave me a hard time about my service dog,

much to my dismay, but I was in too much pain to deal with them as I

should have done. I

> get to the hospital, and we’ll just say I was sick as a dog. I

saw a doctor relatively quickly and he said you have a

gastrointestinal upset. I’ll give

> you some prescriptions, one of pain and one for nausea. A GI

upset? Gee, ya don’t say? I’m just a medic, and I could have

told you that. I went home and

> a friend offered to go get my scripts. Of course, I didn’t get

better. The pain med didn’t help, and the nausea med didn’t

help. The reason they didn't help was quite simple: I couldn't keep

either one down. In short, I was sick in

> more than one way and I was getting weaker and more dehydrated as

the night wore on.

>

> Finally, my dad came over and agreed to take me back to the

hospital. This time, I was determined that they would not just fluff

me off and say I

> had a GI upset and send me home. They would give me some real meds

to help with the pain and meds to help with the other very messy

symptoms. We got to

> the hospital at midnight and didn’t leave until four AM. It was

awful. They did give me a med for the nausea, they gave me a liter

of fluids, and blessed

> relief, a shot of Morphine. After the blood work, urine sample and

CT scan, I received yet another shot of Morphine. Then, my IV

infiltrated my arm, which

> is to say, it came out of the vein, and the fluid went into the

tissues of my arm. That hurt!!!!! My arm swelled to the size of a

small tree trunk, but

> finally, finally, I was allowed to go home…

>

> I went home and slept for four hours, then, I got up and called a

friend. I’ve been on a diet of clear liquids and bland food since

I got home and if I don’t eat some

> real food soon I’ll eat my own arm! I’m starving!

>

> --

> Dodge

>

> " If a man does not keep pace with his companions perhaps it is

> because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he

> hears, however measured or far away. " --Henry Thoreau

>

> Read my blog at:

> http://jumpthis.wordpress.com

>

[Guest guest]

HI DODGE!! Good to hear from you, but I'm so sorry you have been so

sick. Sounds like you had food poisoning. I hope you are feeling

better real soon with your arm still intact so you can write us again.

We've missed you...............Doreen

>

> Hi all:

>

> Here's a post I wrote a few days ago in my blog, with a few minor

> changes, so that you all know what I've been up to, or down with.

>

> Well, it’ll be a long time before I visit one particular burger

> joint again… Now begins my story.

>

> This is called Don’t Let This Happen To You…

>

> Election Day started out in a normal way. I had already voted, and

> I was bumming around the house, preparing to go to work that

> afternoon. I decided around 2 PM. to eat some lunch. I was

> starving. I got a burger from a local burger joint and headed home

> again. I ate lunch and was quite pleased with myself. I was getting

> ready to leave for work a few minutes later when it happened.

> I’ll spare you the details, but it was awful. It was so awful,

> and I was so weak, that I had to call a crew to come get me. This

> not even an hour after the symptoms began. I was in so much pain

> that I feared I would pass out, hence my reason for calling in said

> crew.

>

> The crew, of course, gave me a hard time about my service dog, much

> to my dismay, but I was in too much pain to deal with them as I

> should have done. I get to the hospital, and we’ll just say I was

> sick as a dog. I saw a doctor relatively quickly and he said you

> have a gastrointestinal upset. I’ll give you some prescriptions,

> one of pain and one for nausea. A GI upset? Gee, ya don’t say?

> I’m just a medic, and I could have told you that. I went home and

> a friend offered to go get my scripts. Of course, I didn’t get

> better. The pain med didn’t help, and the nausea med didn’t

> help. The reason they didn't help was quite simple: I couldn't keep

> either one down. In short, I was sick in more than one way and I

> was getting weaker and more dehydrated as the night wore on.

>

> Finally, my dad came over and agreed to take me back to the

> hospital. This time, I was determined that they would not just

> fluff me off and say I had a GI upset and send me home. They would

> give me some real meds to help with the pain and meds to help with

> the other very messy symptoms. We got to the hospital at midnight

> and didn’t leave until four AM. It was awful. They did give me a

> med for the nausea, they gave me a liter of fluids, and blessed

> relief, a shot of Morphine. After the blood work, urine sample and

> CT scan, I received yet another shot of Morphine. Then, my IV

> infiltrated my arm, which is to say, it came out of the vein, and

> the fluid went into the tissues of my arm. That hurt!!!!! My arm

> swelled to the size of a small tree trunk, but finally, finally, I

> was allowed to go home…

>

> I went home and slept for four hours, then, I got up and called a

> friend. I’ve been on a diet of clear liquids and bland food since

> I got home and if I don’t eat some real food soon I’ll eat my

> own arm! I’m starving!

>

> --

> Dodge

>

[Guest guest]

Hi Dodge:

Sorry to read you have been so sick, and in so much pain. It is nasty

business, to say the least.

I had the same thing happen to me after eating a burger when I lived on

Cape Cod. It took a very long time to recover from all that, and before

I truly felt better intestinally.

Take care of yourself, and wishing you pain free days.

Hugs,

Barbara

>

> Hi all:

>

> Here's a post I wrote a few days ago in my blog, with a few minor

changes, so that you all know what I've been up to, or down with.

>

> Well, it’ll be a long time before I visit one particular burger

joint again… Now begins my story.

>

> This is called Don’t Let This Happen To You…

>

> Election Day started out in a normal way. I had already voted, and I

was bumming around the house, preparing to go to work that afternoon. I

decided around

> 2 PM. to eat some lunch. I was starving. I got a burger from a local

burger joint and headed home again. I ate lunch and was quite pleased

with myself.

> I was getting ready to leave for work a few minutes later when it

happened.

>

> I’ll spare you the details, but it was awful. It was so awful,

and I was so weak, that I had to call a crew to come get me. This not

even an hour after

> the symptoms began. I was in so much pain that I feared I would pass

out, hence my reason for calling in said crew.

>

> The crew, of course, gave me a hard time about my service dog, much to

my dismay, but I was in too much pain to deal with them as I should have

done. I

> get to the hospital, and we’ll just say I was sick as a dog. I

saw a doctor relatively quickly and he said you have a gastrointestinal

upset. I’ll give

> you some prescriptions, one of pain and one for nausea. A GI upset?

Gee, ya don’t say? I’m just a medic, and I could have told

you that. I went home and

> a friend offered to go get my scripts. Of course, I didn’t get

better. The pain med didn’t help, and the nausea med

didn’t help. The reason they didn't help was quite simple: I

couldn't keep either one down. In short, I was sick in

> more than one way and I was getting weaker and more dehydrated as the

night wore on.

>

> Finally, my dad came over and agreed to take me back to the hospital.

This time, I was determined that they would not just fluff me off and

say I

> had a GI upset and send me home. They would give me some real meds to

help with the pain and meds to help with the other very messy symptoms.

We got to

> the hospital at midnight and didn’t leave until four AM. It was

awful. They did give me a med for the nausea, they gave me a liter of

fluids, and blessed

> relief, a shot of Morphine. After the blood work, urine sample and CT

scan, I received yet another shot of Morphine. Then, my IV infiltrated

my arm, which

> is to say, it came out of the vein, and the fluid went into the

tissues of my arm. That hurt!!!!! My arm swelled to the size of a small

tree trunk, but

> finally, finally, I was allowed to go home…

>

> I went home and slept for four hours, then, I got up and called a

friend. I’ve been on a diet of clear liquids and bland food since

I got home and if I don’t eat some

> real food soon I’ll eat my own arm! I’m starving!

>

> --

> Dodge

>

> " If a man does not keep pace with his companions perhaps it is

> because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he

> hears, however measured or far away. " --Henry Thoreau

>

> Read my blog at:

> http://jumpthis.wordpress.com

>

[Guest guest]

Sorry to hear this, Dodge. Hope you can have some real food soon.

Not an MD

On Mon, Nov 10, 2008 at 10:56 PM, Dodge Porter <medicdodge@...> wrote:

> Hi all:

>

> Here's a post I wrote a few days ago in my blog, with a few minor changes,

> so that you all know what I've been up to, or down with.

>

> Well, it'll be a long time before I visit one particular burger joint again…

> Now begins my story.

>

> This is called Don't Let This Happen To You…

>

> Election Day started out in a normal way. I had already voted, and I was

> bumming around the house, preparing to go to work that afternoon. I decided

> around

> 2 PM. to eat some lunch. I was starving. I got a burger from a local burger

> joint and headed home again. I ate lunch and was quite pleased with myself.

> I was getting ready to leave for work a few minutes later when it happened.

>

> I'll spare you the details, but it was awful. It was so awful, and I was so

> weak, that I had to call a crew to come get me. This not even an hour after

> the symptoms began. I was in so much pain that I feared I would pass out,

> hence my reason for calling in said crew.

>

> The crew, of course, gave me a hard time about my service dog, much to my

> dismay, but I was in too much pain to deal with them as I should have done.

> I

> get to the hospital, and we'll just say I was sick as a dog. I saw a doctor

> relatively quickly and he said you have a gastrointestinal upset. I'll give

> you some prescriptions, one of pain and one for nausea. A GI upset? Gee, ya

> don't say? I'm just a medic, and I could have told you that. I went home and

> a friend offered to go get my scripts. Of course, I didn't get better. The

> pain med didn't help, and the nausea med didn't help. The reason they didn't

> help was quite simple: I couldn't keep either one down. In short, I was sick

> in

> more than one way and I was getting weaker and more dehydrated as the night

> wore on.

>

> Finally, my dad came over and agreed to take me back to the hospital. This

> time, I was determined that they would not just fluff me off and say I

> had a GI upset and send me home. They would give me some real meds to help

> with the pain and meds to help with the other very messy symptoms. We got to

> the hospital at midnight and didn't leave until four AM. It was awful. They

> did give me a med for the nausea, they gave me a liter of fluids, and

> blessed

> relief, a shot of Morphine. After the blood work, urine sample and CT scan,

> I received yet another shot of Morphine. Then, my IV infiltrated my arm,

> which

> is to say, it came out of the vein, and the fluid went into the tissues of

> my arm. That hurt!!!!! My arm swelled to the size of a small tree trunk, but

> finally, finally, I was allowed to go home…

>

> I went home and slept for four hours, then, I got up and called a friend.

> I've been on a diet of clear liquids and bland food since I got home and if

> I don't eat some

> real food soon I'll eat my own arm! I'm starving!

>

> --

> Dodge