I made some spaghetti. I love spaghetti. I cannot have it too often because my son is diabetic and pasta is full of carbs that turn into sugar.
I ate a little too much and felt bloated. My son said it was the best spaghetti I had made in a long time. It did taste good. I think maybe I poisoned us.
In the middle of the night I woke up distressed. After regurgitating the spaghetti I went back to bed.
It was not long before I was up for another round. I decided to sit up for a while because I did not want to have an accident in my bed.
After several hours my son got up. He was sick too.
I could feel that I was dehydrated. I was afraid to even get a drink because I could not face having it come back up.
I finally went to bed to try to sleep it off.
When I awoke the upset had moved south.
I was able to sleep between trips to the bathroom.
The following day I got brave and began sips of water. Things were not pleasant but I began to feel more hydrated.
The next day I tried hot tea. It was so soothing. I had a fudge bar just to put something in my stomach. I was still visiting the bathroom too often.
A couple of days later I thought perhaps a malt would be good. Ice cream has nutrients and malt powder calms an upset stomach. It helped a lot.
Then came the day when I felt a little hungry and I was craving potatoes. I had some canned beef stew in the cupboard. I decided to try it.
The beef stew was just right. I ate more than I thought I could. I felt quite a bit better.
I was also sleeping through the night. What pleasure! I was actually healing.
The next day I wanted to nibble all day. A piece of muffin here, a bit of a sandwich there. I was going to live.
I am happy to report that I am back to normal. So is my poor son.