Biting Off More Than I Could Chew
I thought it might be good to let everyone know the reason for my sudden lack of posts in the last week.
Firstly I'd like to establish: I am okay.
Knowing this, let me go into the story. Most people know I have a particular love for food. When the opportunity arises to try new food, I usually jump at the chance. When many new foods are involved, I'm known to take a little of each kind, and try a bit of them all. Such an opportunity arose this last week, and as usual, I pounced. Along with our normal dinner (which has many foods I'm really not used to as is), I also tried quail eggs, and had some cashews later that night. I can feel my stomach roiling even at the thought of the eggs.
Long story short, 3 am and I was torn from my sleep to rush to the bathroom and was huddled over the toilet several times after that, between then and the next evening. I at one point couldn't remember what count I was at, but it was either 9 or 10 seperate times that I had to actually go to vomit.
Luckily, Marcia, a mutual friend of Paulo and mine, has parents who work as doctors at the local public hospital. I went to the hospital twice that day; one time in the morning, in which they gave me 500 ml of saline and some meds to stop me from vomiting, and again in the evening when it returned. The second time, Marcia's father saw me directly, and gave me 500 ml of sugar-water solution with the same medicine as the earlier visit, and 2 more containers of saline, 500 ml each. Since then, I have been eating very bland foods, such as mild fruits and rice. Strangely, when I get too tired, I feel the sensation returning to my stomach, and I set aside time to rest, regardless of what I'd like to do instead.
The experience was definitely not a good one, and I've learned several lessons: Don't mix too many new foods, drink a lot of water to keep hydrated, and never eat quail eggs. Ever.
As I said before; I am okay now. I just am far more careful to keep my liquid intake up, and am extremely aware of what I am eating now. Aside from that, everything else has been peachy, and I'm thanking God for the my boyfriend's family, who are treating me with great care, as if I were their own daughter. I am thankful for them, and also for the fact that public hospitals in Brazil...are FREE. I was so sick, that I was really having a hard time orienting on digging up my international insurance information. It makes me really upset, though, that the USA doesn't have the same.
Firstly I'd like to establish: I am okay.
Knowing this, let me go into the story. Most people know I have a particular love for food. When the opportunity arises to try new food, I usually jump at the chance. When many new foods are involved, I'm known to take a little of each kind, and try a bit of them all. Such an opportunity arose this last week, and as usual, I pounced. Along with our normal dinner (which has many foods I'm really not used to as is), I also tried quail eggs, and had some cashews later that night. I can feel my stomach roiling even at the thought of the eggs.
Long story short, 3 am and I was torn from my sleep to rush to the bathroom and was huddled over the toilet several times after that, between then and the next evening. I at one point couldn't remember what count I was at, but it was either 9 or 10 seperate times that I had to actually go to vomit.
Luckily, Marcia, a mutual friend of Paulo and mine, has parents who work as doctors at the local public hospital. I went to the hospital twice that day; one time in the morning, in which they gave me 500 ml of saline and some meds to stop me from vomiting, and again in the evening when it returned. The second time, Marcia's father saw me directly, and gave me 500 ml of sugar-water solution with the same medicine as the earlier visit, and 2 more containers of saline, 500 ml each. Since then, I have been eating very bland foods, such as mild fruits and rice. Strangely, when I get too tired, I feel the sensation returning to my stomach, and I set aside time to rest, regardless of what I'd like to do instead.
The experience was definitely not a good one, and I've learned several lessons: Don't mix too many new foods, drink a lot of water to keep hydrated, and never eat quail eggs. Ever.
As I said before; I am okay now. I just am far more careful to keep my liquid intake up, and am extremely aware of what I am eating now. Aside from that, everything else has been peachy, and I'm thanking God for the my boyfriend's family, who are treating me with great care, as if I were their own daughter. I am thankful for them, and also for the fact that public hospitals in Brazil...are FREE. I was so sick, that I was really having a hard time orienting on digging up my international insurance information. It makes me really upset, though, that the USA doesn't have the same.
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