About 6 days ago, I discovered the ribeye steaks I bought a while ago when I went shopping with Ricky. For two pieces, the price was extraordinarily low – for I said to Ricky, “this is Super 88 – meat is cheaper here!” The package been frozen since and I haven’t touched it until I decided I wanted some meat to supplement my daily spaghetti meal.
After a day of defrosting, I marinated the ribeye ~ with one, I rubbed down with A1 steak sauce, and the other just plain oil, salt, and pepper. After putting them back in the fridge for 30 minutes, I went ahead and cooked just one because two wouldn’t fit in the small sauce pan I had. It didn’t turn out nearly as delicious as my brother’s grilled steaks, but I didn’t really care — it was protein, and my spaghetti this time around didn’t have that much meat in them. I didn’t cook the other piece, and left it soaking in the bag of marinade.
On the morning of Tuesday, I felt a little weirder with slight aches here and possibly elevated temperature. When I got out my Vicks temperature gauge, I wasn’t sure how to use it, so just stuck it in my mouth and it popped out with perfect temperature of 98.6 ~ I couldn’t complain and went to work as usual after Monday’s snowstorm. The tree lined avenues were white with snow, and I thought Boston was as beautiful as any city I’ve ever been in or have seen in the movies. The particular morning at work wasn’t different but near 9 am, Dr. G called out to me and said a patient of ours was getting all four wisdoms pulled at OMS doctor up the street, and if I’d like to observe, I should go right then. Wearing my jacket, I jogged a few blocks up to Dr. F’s office and saw IV sedation and just straight elevation/mobility acquisition/extraction for all four teeth.
On my way back, I lingered a bit and played with the snow on top of the bare bushes. I grabbed at the snow, and tried to pack it into little snow balls and hurled them at the nearby tree. The lightness of the snow balls surprised me, so did the way it flew true and splattered on the tree like I expected them to. I then noticed a rather large courtyard with untouched snow, and disregarding the angel on my shoulder beckoning me to return to the office post-haste, I went into the courtyard and started packing together a snowball. I wanted to make a snowman, and though I knew I probably didn’t have enough time to make one completely, I at least wanted to make a ball big enough to be the head of a snowman. After packing in a big snow ball, I started rolling it around, and pushing it to the snow as it rolled. The ball grew, but not as fast as I liked. I didn’t know the tendencies of snow, and after a bit, I just sat down in front of the ball and stared. Chuckling at my own childishness, I abandoned the attempt and hurried back to the office.
At around 11 am, I had my first aberrant bowel movement. If I had to describe it, it was slightly watery, but nothing to write home about. The session in the restroom left me more disoriented and more achy. I thought it could be the return of the BPPV symptoms, but for the most part, ignored all symptoms and just went back to work like normal. For lunch, I had a cheeseburger club sandwich, and a piece of Dr. G’s lamb chop. The lamb chop was really delicious ~ one of the best I’ve had. Soon after lunch, the heat of the office, and the stench of the enzymatic cleaners started to wear on me more and more, and I went into the restroom once again for another BM. Though it was the second time in the day, I didn’t think much of it, but rather focused on the reason behind my malaise. I said to Mary later that I may be coming down with something ~ ah, how true my words were. *chuckles cynically*
After the last designated patient on the schedule left, I wanted to just go home and rest then. The world wasn’t spinning, but I was feeling hot and really nauseous. I was happy that Lily offered to take me home, and when I got home, I had another small BM that I didn’t really think much about. Later that night, I took out my Vicks temperature gauge once more, and decided to leave it in my mouth even after it displayed the normal temperature to see if it might change. I wasn’t surprised to see 102.3 displayed. I took hold of my cell and texted Lily that I’d be missing work the next day as I expected the symptoms of flu to explode that night with feverishly fury.
I was wrong ~ the fever and malaise continued, but that was it. My throat didn’t hurt, nor did other normal symptoms of flu happen. The curious little bowel movements continued, but nothing too major to signify that my problem was of the abdominal in origin and not of the respiratory. I even though that diarrhea might be a symptom of normal cold/flu! Ha, how wrong I was. That night, I boiled up my pot of spaghetti, and heated up the sauce. To make the dinner more nutritious, I diced up the last piece of marinated ribeye and some onion to make onion steak stir fry. After it was done, I took a bite into a piece of the steak and realized immediately the whole thing was bad. I immediately spat out the piece in my mouth and rinsed my mouth out; but it might have been too late and compounded my existing problem.
I slept through most of Wednesday, slipping in and out of feverish dreams that made little sense. Trapped in boxes, and then cutting out of them. Trying to save boxes, but end up being swallowed by boxes. I was only sure that I’m alive, and boxes shouldn’t be moving. I took Tylenol since Tuesday night to reduce the fever, but like the marinade the covered up the smell of the bad ribeye, the Tylenol covered up the actions of the bug that resided within me. I still wasn’t sure if the flu was of the stomach kind until Wednesday afternoon, when I went in after a rough movement in the tummy to signify the urgency for me to visit the porcelain.
I wasn’t in pain when I first sat down, I didn’t feel much of anything to be honest and I would attribute the painlessness to the Tylenol. However, the moment my brief and pant was in the clear, the resulting explosion that caused a tidal wave in the water made me realize immediately I’m feverish because of an entero-virus/bacteria. The brown water flowed like Niagara Fall, and the splashes made me take alternative approach to cleanup of both my cheeks and of the bowel. While I was sitting there, pondering the reason why I kept eating left overs even when I didn’t need to – I remembered of the time when I drank bad tap water and the pain I went through. Ah, how stupid could I be?
The next few visits to the brown speckled porcelain didn’t have such spectacular results, but the highly pressured gaseous content did cause the brown to fly in radical directions. Lily came by with a care package on Wednesday night, and I took more Tylenol and went to bed with fever of about 103 still. By Thursday afternoon, the fever was gone, but the visitation to the bathroom continued every 2 to 3 hours. I thought I was okay then, and said to Lily over the phone that I might feel well enough to go into work the next morning! That night, I told my parents I was not feverish anymore, but still having visits to the bathroom – and was told then to take antibiotic. Like a dutiful child, I listened to the command, and took 2 cephalexin. The antibiotic might be the mistake which triggered the red in the brown that night. I wasn’t passing a lot of brown then, and at times, it was more mucus than liquid/solid combination. I didn’t like the sight of red, and decided I need to see the doctor the next morning.
At 8:00 Friday morning, I called up Lily and updated her on my situation. She understood fully and supported my decision to visit the doctor, and Dr. G even recommended going to the hospital and skip out on the PCP. Looking at my insurance card and deciding ER might be able to give me better care, I went to see them first. Though the nurse was sympathetic, but told me the wait was 2 hours to see the doctor. I instead went to my PCP as I had planned, but he wasn’t there! Instead, I got another doc who recommended more rest, Imodium, lots of fluids, and to stop taking the cephalexin.
I went home then, after getting more Gatorade, Imodium, and went back to the resting pattern. Gradually, Bowel Movement Time extended, and life was getting better. And just two hours ago, I finally baked up a brown solid! Hallelujah! Thus, ending the really brown week ~!