I left the house at 5 this morning to do Susan's paper run. When I got up, my stomach didn't feel all that hot - a bit nauseous, in fact - so maybe I have some virus or other (the doctor thinks it more likely to have been food poisoning, but if so, it could only have come from the fried rice I ate last night that Susan had made and put in the freezer - perhaps some ingredient in it was a bit off).
Anyway, the run consists of one part - done on foot - that generally takes me until about 8 (Susan does it faster), followed by another in the car that I finish around 11.
By 5:15AM my stomach was getting worse. I drove home and took two Panadeine - which have codeine in them, and codeine can settle the stomach - also stop the mild problem I seemed to be having at ... um ... the other end.
I scarcely got the Panadeine down when I threw up - on the grass outside (Susan: I have hosed it down so you can't see it :-)).
I put two more Panadeine in the car and went on with the run. Definitely not feeling the best but by about 5:45AM I took the Panadeine, and, what with emptying my stomach and the Panadeine, I felt fine.
Because of this, I was running a bit late. About 8:30 I got to the last of the on-foot run - Pukekohe Family Health, for those of you who know it. My stomach was definitely not great then. I went into the public toilet there and - yes, did it again.
But then, I felt fine - as you are likely to do after vomiting. So I started on the car part of the run, though by now I was wondering about going home and finishing later.
I got to Nandina Lane, off Ray Wright Road - the Pukekohe-ites will know it or can look it up on Google Maps - and knew I was going to be sick again. I actually opened the car door and was sick right there - mostly on the road, but some on me, the car.
OK, that's it! I am going home to rest up. So up Ray Wright Road, turn right into Upper Queen Street - uh-oh! What's this? I am not only nauseous now, but something is funny with my vision! I slowed way down, even though the speed limit was 100Km/h. That, as it turns out, was fortunate. I suppose that's the 'More answers to prayer' bit. Just about the place where the speed limit changes down to 50, I know I am in trouble. I had better pull over to the side of the road and wait - for whatever happens.
That decision was, perhaps, 30 seconds too late. The next thing I know is I wake up, with a shattered windscreen in front of me, a pain in my lower lip, and the driver of the car whom I had head-on'ed - perhaps at only 30 or 40 Km/h, thank God! - is screaming at me and calling me names.
The rest is routine. Out of the car - I don't know if I got out or someone helped me out - lie down on the verge, ambulance shows up, off to Middlemore.
I take pills for high blood pressure. The doctor's theory is: loss of fluids through vomiting, and I had been drinking almost no water (afraid of throwing up); drop in blood pressure after the third vomiting incident; brief black-out. Something similar had happened to me a couple of years ago at mid-day Mass at the Cathedral. In that case the doctor had changed my anti-high blood pressure prescription. I had to lie down on a pew for 15-20 minutes, then was fine.
Current situation - and, yes, you are all invited to pray - I need answers to these prayers:
- Split lower lip (I presumably banged it on the steering wheel) - a few stitches
- Car impounded to the police can assure themselves there is nothing to charge me with (e.g. bad brakes, whatever)
- Car almost certainly a write-off
- The rest of those papers not delivered and the place where the car is impounded wouldn't let me get them out; I must try to get them out tomorrow, in order to finish the run (using the car we still affectionately refer to as "Adele's car" - thank you, Adele - and I pray for your clutch expenses!)
I just wanted to let you all know. And my stomach seems fine now, only 12 hours later, which seems to argue for the doctor's food poisoning theory. But I am only able to eat things like yoghurt. Oh, well, good job I like yoghurt!
PS - I should add that an angel brought me home from Middlemore - Eddie, to be specific. He came from work in Albany, stayed with me, drove me home, with a (fruitless) stop to try to get my stuff out of the 'van, and a stop at the Papakura Police Station to pick up my keys - which turned out not much use as they had removed not only the key to the 'van but also that to Adele's car (but I have Susan's one for the latter), got me home at 5PM, then had to hurry to a recording session in Parnell.
Angels are very real.