Death to Sushi

This weekend our little family came to a complete halt, as I watched Max suffer through e-coli food poisoning. We ate sushi on Friday night at a place we've eaten dozens of times before, and by Saturday noon time, I was suffering in the bathroom. It passed through my system very quickly, and as I lay in bed afterwards recovering, Max started to suffer. It was terrible. Because he never gets sick, I feel it was even more difficult to witness his discomfort. And for the same reason, it scared the shit out of me when he asked me to call 911.

I will say that maybe 2 minutes after my call, there were 8 people in our bedroom assessing the situation, but beyond that they were useless. The main guy told Max he just had stomach flu, and would need to wait it out for 24 hours. And as quickly as they arrived, they were gone. I then spent the night awake watching Max suffer through waves of pain and discomfort. And by morning, I took him to the Emergency Room.

He was so dehydrated they gave him 3 bags of saline through an IV, and put him on a dose of heavy antibiotics. For the next few days he was only able to keep down gatorade and some jello, and then finally some chicken broth. And then yesterday he finally ate some toast and a small bowl of rice.

I take probiotics every night before going to bed, and I believe this is why things passed through my system so quickly. It's scary when you realize how fragile our bodies are. One false move and the scales are tipped way out of favor. It affirms even more, that we are far better off trying to remain as healthy as possible, in order to fight off these things when they attack our system.

And I just don’t know if I will ever eat sushi again.