Warning: Bad food and some really gross discriptions coming up.

What are the odds that a person would get severe food poison 9 hours before they are schedule to go to the first day of their new job? Whatever the astronomical number is, I hit the jackpot Monday night into Tuesday morning.

I got the kind of food poisoning that not only woke me up at 2:30 am but kept me up until about 4:30am and somewhere in between that time I threw up with such fierce velocity that the next morning I felt like I did a thousand sit-ups. Everything I ate for dinner came out in nearly whole pieces undigested. At first I thought I ate to much but as the night wore on, the awful "stuffed" sensation would not go away. Then it became really painful and my stomach just started felling sour. I thought that by going to sleep it would go away. Wrong! I woke because no matter what position I was laying in, I was in utter pain. I got up, walked around, drank some Alka Seltzer and try to sleep sitting upright. That's didn't work. Then at one point I decide to go sit at the edge of the bed. Only then did I start getting a weird salvating sensation in my mouth following my stomach and throat start to tighten up controllably.

That when I knew the inevitable was going to happen.

Running to the bathroom as fast as I can, I tried to avoid the cats that kept trying to get in front of me and meowing loudly. The moment I lefted the toilet seat, even before I could even kneel down, Mt Vesuvius errupted out of my mouth.

There is no worse sensation that to throw up and to throw up continuously for a minute without the ability to stop or control yourself. And the worse part, my eye were open and I watch it all come out.

Yes, I know disgusting. If you were there, you wouldn't even have words for it.

For the 3 seconds that I could stop throwing up, I screamed for Felixx to wake up and help me. In my mind it was more for moral support just for him to be awake and be there for me when I was this ill. And normally, this man can not be woken up for the life of me. He is truly a deep, deep sleeper. But this time, I needed only to call him twice and he jumped out of bed.

I love him more just for that.

When vomiting finally stopped, I felt so much better but at the same time I felt disgusting. So after showering, finding something else to wear, drying my damn hair (another reason why I hate long hair, it gets in the way of everything), I finally got to bed at 4:30. When the alarm sounded at 6:15am, I was not the fucking happiest person nor was I the best feeling person.

But there was no way in HELL I was not going to show up to my first official day of work. Feeling feverish, still queasy, tender stomach, heavy feet, achy all over, I drove to the facility. I told the wonderful HR lady what happened and she sympathised. Luckly for me, it would be mostly a day of reading SOPs, signing papers, reading some more, and some shadowing of people. I really didn't have to do anything extensive. Thank goodness or I would have passed out.

By the end of the day I started to develop a fever and on the drive home, it started to accelerate. By the time I got home I was completely burning up, I was hot to the touch all over, even the bottom of my feet. I shoved down some Ibprophen and threw myself into bed. Woke up for a bit of food around 9pm and then went back to sleep.

This morning I was a whole new person. I was so fucking happy I broke my fever and most of the pain and symptom when away that I couldn't get to work any faster.

And today was a day filled with lots of work and tons more learning.

I will post more about my new job this weekend after I've experienced more. But its so far, so good.

Oh, to those who live in San Diego or plan to visit San Diego, DO NOT EAT Johnny's Restuarant on El Cajon Blvd. I had the Greek Combo Plate with the Cream of Potato soup and that is what got me sick. You ahve been warned!

Time to relax a bit more and then head for bed.