After a really nice day, hubby and I came home from the store, and son had once again burned something in the kitchen. This time it smelled particularly foul, like burnt rotting garbage or rotten meat...and my stomach immediately reacted.
And the twerp wouldn't get out of the kitchen. I just wanted to roll up into a ball.
So I forgot my lovely dinner of shrimp and salmon and rice. I was suddenly, nastily sick. It takes me sometimes three days to get over this...like my digestive tract gets burned by whatever gets pumped through my system. I took all my meds, valium and prevacid and an anticholegic and something for pain, crammed down a dry hamburger hoping it would calm down the reaction and fell asleep for nearly two hours...but my wonderful evening plans with hubby were shot. Stupid nose. Stupid tummy.
Shakes fist at the kami of digestion and evil rotten food smells...still a bit nauseated, and of course can't find the antinausea med.
I still feel bleh. But maybe a little bit less.
Def a case of the best laid plans of mice and men....
And the twerp wouldn't get out of the kitchen. I just wanted to roll up into a ball.
So I forgot my lovely dinner of shrimp and salmon and rice. I was suddenly, nastily sick. It takes me sometimes three days to get over this...like my digestive tract gets burned by whatever gets pumped through my system. I took all my meds, valium and prevacid and an anticholegic and something for pain, crammed down a dry hamburger hoping it would calm down the reaction and fell asleep for nearly two hours...but my wonderful evening plans with hubby were shot. Stupid nose. Stupid tummy.
Shakes fist at the kami of digestion and evil rotten food smells...still a bit nauseated, and of course can't find the antinausea med.
I still feel bleh. But maybe a little bit less.
Def a case of the best laid plans of mice and men....
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Or install a cover with a keypad lock over the burners, and take the microwave with you.
Hope you feel better soon!
Now, my husband used to have to be banned from even buying certain things and eating them on the sly; smoked oysters, for instance, or (may God forgive him) garlic-drenched stuffed quahogs. But that was because the resulting odor was of epic proportions. Nauseation from smell is for pregnancy and other severe hormonal disturbances.
But the smells of rotten stuff and some perfumes can always nauseate me. But although I was nauseated, that wasn't the big thing...it feels more like gastritis.
I also had papillary stenosis with my bile duct; doc pulled four stones out of my bile duct (five years after I had my gall bladder pulled) and performed a sphinterotomy, but I still get problems with it. They never told me officially I have SOD, but I still get pain and spasms.
And I have IBS, too.
This is my weirdness. I guess everybody has to have something.
Except for this attack, I've actually been feeling a lot better. Just wish son would learn to cook on something less than full blast....
But that was then, this is now. Better now, usually. Get scoped every now and then by some method or the other to make sure all is well.
I think the twerp should be banned from the kitchen for a while...or else only be allowed to use the microwave!