Apparently dead shellfish that are jarred in liquid can carry viruses. It's news to me. I thought viruses only live in, living things. Bacteria and parasites I can understand but even viruses? Fck.
Anyway I ate the contaminated stuff on Friday night.
Saturday morning My stomach was cranking up so I thought to myself I went overboard on the friday squats. Well cramps just get worse and worse, lying on my back was hurting my stomach and this puzzled me. I wasn't engaging any muscles when I lay down, so why the pain? I lay on the side, ouch even worse.
Okay this began 8am, but now I've been struggling in bed till 10am, I've had enough, walk around realise that my core could hardly support my spine, definitely a workout injury, damn should of stretched fck fck fck fck. Realise that walking around is making me feel the need to vomit so I keep it up because vomit=faster recovery. Well the walking makes me feel quizzy a slight nausea kicks in, my head slowly feels light-headed. Oh crap this walking isnt going to end up good, when my skull is cracked up on the floor from falling unconscious.. So I sit on the bath tub next to my toilet, hold on, why is the nausea increasing? Why is everything still becoming lighter, no the ringing is getting worse. I've stopped walking why Is it still increasing!! Time to stand up and make it to my carpeted bedroom, I don't want to lay on a freezing cold floor when I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with me, holy god half way to the room and things have went from -30 to -70 real quick, coordination is fading, walking like a drunk man, can just about stumble through my bedroom doorframe, oh the bed is to the right wall and I'm walking to the left wall... wrong direction man, oh and I slam again the left wall, things are already -200 now, no proper eyesight, everything is blurry and dark and spinning.
See that James Bond scene when he gets poisoned? That's how I felt.. times at least 2.
My face is still up against the wall, mouth bleeding, thinking this is the end, I've never gone this downhill before.. Is this a heartattack? A stroke? My time is up it seems.. Well not yet!! I use all force to propel myself to the other side of the room and slam on my soft bed. I land on my stomach, luckily my laptop is there. I have definitely been poisoned and if I don't call for help i'm a goner. I type an email to brother, am poisoned call help, i am in hell, going to die.
i cant scream, can barely move, everything is sweating. -200....-230...-250. The voices call me, the darkness is setting up around me, I didnt want to go out like this...
And then I realise I can't die yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not yet!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have a task to fulfil!!!!! A promise is a promise.
Like a miracle the darkness fades, my heart becomes steady, I am exhausted but now this is my only chance to make it to the sitting room and call the doctor.. I get up as slowly as i can and by now I'm back to -20 things steady but i know one wrong move and I'm a goner. I sit down on a chair and dial the numbers, waiting line. This waiting line will be the end of me i think to myself. i describe my symptoms, he says norovirus and that I should't eat for 3 days.
i look it up, there it say norovirus can come from shellfish. ah fck, but a huge relief flows over me because at least I know my squat form was not in the wrong. it also says people with norovirus should stick to a normal diet as much as possible. fck the doctors suggestion, I'm eating what i want now. and what'd ya know its monday morning and I'm as fresh as fiddle.
Moral of the story: Doctors don't know it all, when they diagnose, do some research!
And the darkness ordeal part of the day? circulatory failure. Is not the first time I have had it. I once had it directly after gym because my form was bad, my stomach felt so bad after that that after the gym I layed down in a park, but realise I can't stay here all day.
It's amazing how a virus can cause my muscles to feel the same weakness they feel after a bad workout!
not only that, on sunday(the ''good'' part of the sickness) when I was having fever and chest cramps, everything felt so fatigued, my legs, my back the most.
I'm pretty sure that the virus did have in an effect in ruining my friday gains. So all the recovery I could of had on the weekend has been destroyed by a dead shellfish in a jar.. Not sure How I'm going to handle today.. I might call it quits and just do yoga and lots of stretches and stuff my fat mouth with lots of food, and wait for the wednesday workout, because by then I must have surely healed all my muscles..
Anyway I ate the contaminated stuff on Friday night.
Saturday morning My stomach was cranking up so I thought to myself I went overboard on the friday squats. Well cramps just get worse and worse, lying on my back was hurting my stomach and this puzzled me. I wasn't engaging any muscles when I lay down, so why the pain? I lay on the side, ouch even worse.
Okay this began 8am, but now I've been struggling in bed till 10am, I've had enough, walk around realise that my core could hardly support my spine, definitely a workout injury, damn should of stretched fck fck fck fck. Realise that walking around is making me feel the need to vomit so I keep it up because vomit=faster recovery. Well the walking makes me feel quizzy a slight nausea kicks in, my head slowly feels light-headed. Oh crap this walking isnt going to end up good, when my skull is cracked up on the floor from falling unconscious.. So I sit on the bath tub next to my toilet, hold on, why is the nausea increasing? Why is everything still becoming lighter, no the ringing is getting worse. I've stopped walking why Is it still increasing!! Time to stand up and make it to my carpeted bedroom, I don't want to lay on a freezing cold floor when I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with me, holy god half way to the room and things have went from -30 to -70 real quick, coordination is fading, walking like a drunk man, can just about stumble through my bedroom doorframe, oh the bed is to the right wall and I'm walking to the left wall... wrong direction man, oh and I slam again the left wall, things are already -200 now, no proper eyesight, everything is blurry and dark and spinning.
See that James Bond scene when he gets poisoned? That's how I felt.. times at least 2.
My face is still up against the wall, mouth bleeding, thinking this is the end, I've never gone this downhill before.. Is this a heartattack? A stroke? My time is up it seems.. Well not yet!! I use all force to propel myself to the other side of the room and slam on my soft bed. I land on my stomach, luckily my laptop is there. I have definitely been poisoned and if I don't call for help i'm a goner. I type an email to brother, am poisoned call help, i am in hell, going to die.
i cant scream, can barely move, everything is sweating. -200....-230...-250. The voices call me, the darkness is setting up around me, I didnt want to go out like this...
And then I realise I can't die yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not yet!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have a task to fulfil!!!!! A promise is a promise.
Like a miracle the darkness fades, my heart becomes steady, I am exhausted but now this is my only chance to make it to the sitting room and call the doctor.. I get up as slowly as i can and by now I'm back to -20 things steady but i know one wrong move and I'm a goner. I sit down on a chair and dial the numbers, waiting line. This waiting line will be the end of me i think to myself. i describe my symptoms, he says norovirus and that I should't eat for 3 days.
i look it up, there it say norovirus can come from shellfish. ah fck, but a huge relief flows over me because at least I know my squat form was not in the wrong. it also says people with norovirus should stick to a normal diet as much as possible. fck the doctors suggestion, I'm eating what i want now. and what'd ya know its monday morning and I'm as fresh as fiddle.
Moral of the story: Doctors don't know it all, when they diagnose, do some research!
And the darkness ordeal part of the day? circulatory failure. Is not the first time I have had it. I once had it directly after gym because my form was bad, my stomach felt so bad after that that after the gym I layed down in a park, but realise I can't stay here all day.
It's amazing how a virus can cause my muscles to feel the same weakness they feel after a bad workout!
not only that, on sunday(the ''good'' part of the sickness) when I was having fever and chest cramps, everything felt so fatigued, my legs, my back the most.
I'm pretty sure that the virus did have in an effect in ruining my friday gains. So all the recovery I could of had on the weekend has been destroyed by a dead shellfish in a jar.. Not sure How I'm going to handle today.. I might call it quits and just do yoga and lots of stretches and stuff my fat mouth with lots of food, and wait for the wednesday workout, because by then I must have surely healed all my muscles..
