Yeah. I’ve been sick, the kind of sick I have rarely been – maybe twice before in my entire life. I hear of other people getting a stomach virus fairly regularly, and I wonder why I don’t get that kind of sick. I just get colds.
I pride myself on having an “iron stomach” in that I can eat anything and keep it down. Oh, I have been so drunk a couple times that it caused me to involuntarily purge my stomach, but that’s a different thing. And even that has been a rare occurance for me.
Discomfort in my stomach had been coming on for a couple days. I was feeling constipated – a full feeling that wouldn’t go away. But I wasn’t feeling sick, and wasn’t in any pain. so I kept working out and kept eating as I normally do – I guess I do over eat as a routine, especiallyl considering how little exercise I usually get.
But I recently changed things up, and two weeks ago got myself an inexpensive membership at a gym and started to work out, just tread mill walking at this point until I am able to handle more. My first goal is to walk/run a 5K in March. Later in the year I will attempt a 1/2 marathon. At first I was thinking of doing the 1/2 marathon in March but reality has be revealed to me, and I must make a more modest goal this first time out.
It has also become obvious over the past few years how much I have gotten out of shape. Over a decade of sitting on my butt for 12 or more hours a day, while doing internet things has caused my physical prowess to diminish.
I am currently receiving ssi for my mental health disability, but I do not expect it to keep coming indefinitely. I will have to get myself a job eventually, and I know that at this point, the only jobs available to me will be menial labor. For me to do menial labor, it will be necessary for me to improve my level of fitness. I know that at this point, just working a 4 hour shift of wiping down tables at a fast food restaurant is currently beyond my abilities.
So, the current plan is to get into shape enough to take on a job, and then take myself off ssi and get myself a modest apartment.
I guess I’m telling all this about my workout plans because this stomach problem I’ve had has interfered with my workout routine. Today will be the third day I have not exercised. Hopefully tomorrow I will feel up to it.
So, yeah. Yesterday I spent the morning at McDonalds, eating breakfast and connecting to their wifi. Then I had lunch there instead. The discomfort in my stomach, went from feeling full to feeling pain. It felt as if my stomach was going to explode. I went to the gym which is just a block away and got on the tread mill, hoping that a workout would help. It didn’t.
So, after a failed work out attempt I went to the Vons in the same shopping center and got myself some generic Tums and a bottle of water. Water is the best for washing the uglies out of your system. And I took some Tums in hopes of relieving the stomach pressure I was feeling.
But my misery was only increasing. I was feeling queezy. And i was beginning to sweat. Slowly I made my way to the bus stop. A bus was already there but I didn’t take it. I just wanted to rest on the bench for a while. I drank more water.
For some reason I just knew that my iron stomach was not up to the task before me. I gave in, and turned my head to the side to cough, knowing what might happen next, and it did. I blew chunks – not once but several times. I felt slightly better for doing so, but then it got worse again. 30 minutes later another bus came, and I did not get on that one either. I didn’t want to vomit on the bus.k
I got up and started walking back to the shelter. Cold sweats and pain. There are many restaurants in the area, and the smell of cooking food would be carried by the wind right to my nose, and it did not help. It all smelled horid, and caused me to feel weaker.
I finally made it to Target. Thankfully their restrooms are right off the entrance. There, the diareah came. Shortly after that I started blowing chuncks again, and again, and again. I couldn’t recall eating that much, but obviously it was all in my stomach and not very well digested. At one point I left the restroom and bought another bottle of water and took it back to the restroom, where after a few sips, I became sick again. The water really was helping me purge. I think I would have been even worse off without it.
After things calmed down, I left Target and headed back towards the shelter. I got to about another block when I started feeling sick again. Luckily there was a Starbucks and I already knew the code to the lock of the restroom. There I vomited even more and wondered if this was going to help me lose weight.
Eventually the sweats subsided and I was able to make it the rest of the way to the shelter. At the shelter, the facilities are not conducive to feeling better – just a few portapotties and a dorm room full of grumpy old men. I did not vomit again after Starbucks, but I did have to make a couple more runs to the portajohns. Slowly I started feeling better.
I got out my computer and started messing around with that, hoping to take my mind off of everything, and in a few minutes I nodded off at the keyboard. When I awoke, the pain in my stomach was gone, though I still felt bloated. I decided then to just get in my rack (a top rack) and sleep.
All I’ve had to eat so far today was 1/2 a banana, and a bottle of water. When ever i put something in my stomach I get a little bit of pain but it subsides and I haven’t gotten sick.
I should eat something, but I’m kinda scared to. I should be able to resume my workouts tomorrow. Right now I’m hanging out at Starbucks and surfing the net and trying to rest.