Projectile Style

It still amazes me how much one day can affect my body. How much one THING can cause such a chain reaction.

On Saturday, a friend had a table at a craft market and I wanted to support her. Another friend and I decided to go.
I wasn't sure how big the market would be, so I used my wheelchair so that I wasn't severely stressing my inflamed joints or affecting my energy levels.
After the market, I headed on home, cuddled with the dogs and played cards with our neighbour kids.
Later on, neither of us wanted to cook, so we went for a short pub-date.

This is where things went wrong.
But I didn't find out until the next day.

On Sunday I felt awful. It was understandable - Saturday was an eventful day, so it was normal for me to be down and out.
By 7pm, I started feeling a lot worse.
My skin got all clammy, sweaty, and I suddenly got goosebumps all over my body. The upper gastric pain started, the nausea crept up, and I knew I would be vomiting. I went into the bedroom and tried to fall asleep, but the pain and nausea kept me up. When I hit the washroom, I knew what the problem was.
I had had a few mushrooms.
Mushrooms can cause blockages, however rare. If they are not fully cooked, they absorb water and expand in the intestines.

I have had partial blockages before, so I knew it would resolve, but that didn't make it any less painful. This one was also worse than previous episodes.

I knew I was going to vomit.
I needed to vomit.
I wanted to vomit.
It took 2 hours of severe pain, horrible nausea, and being hunched over a bucket while in the washroom before my body finally expelled everything...
Projectile style!
Everything I had eaten Saturday night AND all day Sunday. So so gross.

15 minutes later, I didn't feel any better.
That's a bad sign.
I tried to take medication to help, I tried to relax, and I ensured the blockage resolved, but I still did not feel any better.
Another two hours were spent rocking back and forth wanting so desperately to vomit everything out. Then I had another vomiting fit - now just liquid.

This is the crucial moment. If this was it, then I could stay home. BUT - if I had one more vomiting fit, that would indicate an intestinal HAE attack.
So, when the third fit happened around midnight, and I STILL didn't feel any better, I knew I would need my IV treatment.
I could not fathom the drive to the hospital, sitting in a chair in the waiting room as I am having these fits while also stuck in the washroom, needing a commode, barely conscious, shaky, dizzy, and in so much pain.
So we decided to call an ambulance. They could start an IV on the way there to help settle things down, I would not necessarily have to wait in a chair, and things would get started more quickly.
So that's what happened.
I had another vomiting fit in the ambulance, and immediately afterwards they started my IV - within 10 minutes of driving.
It still took several hours in the ER, but the nurses and my doctor were phenomenal. I received fluids (I had lost just under 2000cc), anti-nauseates, pain relief, and then my Berinert. Then, just for good measure, they gave me a medication just in case I had contracted Influenza B or even Enterovirus. Both have been going around.
Personally, it was too coincidental for me, so I doubt any contagion, but I am always appreciative of extra caution.

Today I am super sore.
My throat, stomach, and intestines are just raw. Raw and torn up by acid. So today is a liquid diet and soft food kind of day. Oh, and lots and lots of rest, to prevent a relapse of HAE (which is common after such a major episode).

F*׿ing mushrooms.