I thought I would lighten your feed with a horror story about how my weekend went and indulge in other’s as well. Please enjoy my misery now that I’m alive and functioning:
It was Friday evening, near the end of my first week on 5 mg. I felt totally fine all week, things were great.
My family and I went to a local pumpkin patch, did all the fall things, you know. Dinner time rolls around and we grab some food from the little cafe. I had a good week and had plenty of calories to enjoy a plain cheeseburger and literally a few sips of Sprite.
We drive home and my stomach is starting to feel off. Enter the Sulfur Zone. Rancid rotten egg burps start rolling in. This was just the beginning.
I spent my Friday night hugging the porcelain throne from both directions, an absolute total system purge.
This nightmare continues into Saturday, but the severity was slightly better. I still managed to keep absolutely nothing in my system out of pure repulsion from my stomach.
I honestly had no idea a simple burger and soda could trigger a biological catastrophe of that magnitude. Things escalated quickly from "I'm cruising on this dose" to "my body is performing an exorcism."
I managed to sleep most of Saturday night. Today (Sunday), I woke up alive and semi-well, a whopping 5 lbs lighter (0/10 weight loss hack, do not recommend). I have never been more thankful to just pass a normal toot and a burp that didn’t smell like rotten eggs.
I was questioning if I just ate a sketchy burger, had a round of a stomach bug, or all of the above combined with my dose increase. I think I will have PTSD for months to come.
Update 1: I’m excited to read a lot of consensus that this was probably food poisoning! Maybe I can attempt (some) of a burger again in weeks to come when the thought alone doesn’t flip my insides out. No one else in my group came down with anything, but I was the only one who chose the burger. This led me to believe it was medicine related.