What a painful (literally) ordeal! (TMI Alert)

OK....  I'm writing this more so I can understand what just happened to me than anything else.

On Sunday  I decide to change up my diet and add loads more veggies to my diet.  I figure the timing is great because I'm starting to see a decline in stool production, so to speak. I'm hoping the additional fiber will help.  Monday goes by still heavy on the veggies going with stuff like chef's salad.

On Tuesday I had a little day trip to 6 Point Brewery in Brooklyn.  Fun.  I got to "sample" a few of their beers, including some of their high alcohol beers.  Afterwards, with a bit of a buzz going,  I checkout IKEA Brooklyn which was hardly a block away.  I had lunch there.  In keeping with my change of diet, I grab some grav lax and a salad instead of opting for my IKEA usual, which is of course the meatballs.  I do some shopping. (not much totalling $14)  I take the ferry back to Manhattan then the Path home.

Once I get home, I start feeling a bit queasy.  Not surprising since I did have a bit to drink earlier and maybe the Salmon at IKEA wasn't the freshest.  Something I did notice was the lack of the need to defecate.  So I start to self medicate and try some of that fiber in a glass of water stuff.  I think this is where I trip my self up.

Wednesday.  Still no results in the restroom.  No biggy.  It's happened before, but things always work out.  I make my self a salad with spinach, onions avocado with lime juice and EVOO.  And to help things out down there another glass of that fiber stuff. 

This is pretty much when my world of hurt starts.  That last glass, I shouldn't have had even the salad was a bad idea.

I think what happened to me is I was sealed off on both ends at this point.  The fiber liquid was so thick that the gas produced from digesting raw veggies had literally no where to go.  3 hrs after the ordeal started I had the good sense to call out of work the next day.  And thank God I did because I couldn't sleep until 4 in the morning.  And the sleep didn't come until I had evacuated orally no less than 3 times.  the last 2 times were nothing more than water and huge belches of air. 

The pain in my gut I went through simply shifting in bed was agonizing!  I live just 3 blocks from a hospital but I didn't want to chance walking over there, and I didn't want to call an ambulance either.

After the second time I threw up  I felt some relief. But as you might imagine,  I was dehydrated from the whole thing.  So I took small sips of water.  Everything seemed to be OK for a bit so I finished a glass. OMG. Another mistake leading to another 2 hours of pain and discomfort, till finally it all came out again. 

This time, as thirsty as I was,  I figured it be best to wait it out till the morning.

I woke up around 10 am.  I shifted from the position I was in, and ouch!  still there.  11 rolls by and I seem to be in the clear.  I get up. Do some Internet surfing and some texting.  I seem OK.  No hunger and no need to go to the bathroom still. Yet there is one sign of hope.  I fart around 12!!!  HOORAY FART.!!!

It's at this point where I decide that heading out of the house for a laxative is safe.  I do some errands.  which included having a meal which caused no pain. (naked chicken burrito) Well, no pain yet.

So, what did I learn.  I'm gonna cook my veggies.  Maybe that'll help with the digestion, and for God's sake,  I'll take the fiber with alot more water and a lot less often.

That's were I am.  I felt a bit weak when I was out there today. I don't think I'll be working out today.