He's Got a Ticket to Ride..

so thursday started off normal enough:

-drag myself out of bed and to work, a little late
-stop off at a nice thai restaurant for lunch with coworkers..had some duck breast..amazing
-finish work, head home
-notice my stomach is feeling a little upset
-i eat a little risotto and chicken that jam had cooked (fyi: she never got sick from that either)
-go to the gym and i get on the tread mill and have to stop and get off..never happens.
-at this point i go to the bathroom
-get back on the mill realize i have to quit after just a mile
-walk home confused and start feeling nauseous, figured I had violated the "wait 30 minutes before running after risotto" rule
-in the next hour it was like all the demons that had possessed my body in India, Pakistan, and Mexico, came out inside me. Chills, sweats, all the things that can be expected from drinking water from a drainage pipe in New Delhi..
-fine enough, been through this before, buck up. I drink some water, complain about some cramping, joke that it's my time of the month, and curl up in a ball like I want to die..
-about 10 minutes later I have the urge to hurl and darted to the kitchen (don't ask me why, seemed nicer than the bathroom). At that point things got a little crazy. I started having really severe heat flashes, couldn't breathe, and started blacking out. Did I get a little Polonium 210 seasoning in my Duck Breast? Now Jam is watching me go through this entire spastic episode and completely freaked out (and rightfully so) and I was about 2 seconds away from smashing my head all over some nice granite countertops. For those who have never blacked out, all I can remember is the edges of my sight turning black and some goofy animated vision of a top-gun pilot experiencing "the Gs".
-i wobble around tell jam I'm blacking out, I'm COMPLETELY drenched in sweat, and I can't breathe. She tells me to lay on the couch and I tell her, "Call 9-11". We're new to the area have no idea where the hospitals are (incidently, the EMT told me that the three things you should always know about your new place of residency are: grocery store, 24 hour pharmacy, and the hospital..NOT: work, the bank, and the Irish bar.)
-Here comes the ambulance. Now things are getting surreal. Is this all happening? How did this go downhill so fast?? And why did I pick tonight of all nights to wear that free-t-shirt I got at the "Hustler" Store on Hollywood Blvd?? I'm sure it complimented those sandals I bought for Prashant's wedding in India just fine. What a wreck. I have to admit the ambulance ride (my first), is the way to go. Instead of having to haul your wasted ass in the car and then sit in the "waiting area" for an hour, just get the ambulance, they give you IVs right away and a stretcher ride right to your own room!
-Anyway, 3-4 hours later and some bags of IVs, I was stabilized and released from the ER. I had suffered from "severe dehydration".
-They have no idea if it was food poisoning (my co-worker also had the duck breast and suffered no ill fate) or just a bug. I'm going with the latter.
-These past few days I've just had a really bad fever and have been extremely tired. Some bug. Either that or they need to start grading these resturants around here.

Some Thursday.