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I came home on Wednesday to a sick, sick husband. I texted him when I Ieft the salon asking what he was doing, and he wrote back, “Trying not to die. . .sick!”. I assumed it was just a cold or a cough. We were both sick with colds a few weeks ago.
But oh was I wrong. I walked in the house, approached the couch and as soon as I made the turn toward him and saw his face, I gasped.
He was yellow. With dark, dark under eye bags. He looked awful. Apparently he had been sick since about 4:00pm with food poisoning.
Have you had food poisoning? I haven’t. Although now I feel like I have since I watched him go through it. And it wasn’t just what you would naturally think occurs with food poisoning. He was experiencing blinding stomach pain, causing him to curl up into a ball on the floor. And he also wasn’t thinking clearly. At one point, he was in bed and I was downstairs talking to my sister. I heard rustling upstairs, and went to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. There he was, sitting on the top step, holding his head in his hands.
I walked up to him.
“Why are you on the stairs?” I asked.
And he looked up, eyes tired and glazed over, and said, “I don’t know. I just thought it would be more comfortable.” And then he slowly trudged back to the bed, falling into it since he had used up all his energy.
After witnessing 4 more hours of this brutality, I began to search for home remedies.
So, home remedies. Presumably things that one has in the home.
The first article I found suggested smoking some marijuana to help get over the food poisoning. Now, I don’t know about you, but that’s not something we keep in our pantry. Crazy right? ::please sense sarcasm through computer screen::
So I clicked on a new link and found a forum of suggestions. On a few different occasions, I read recommendations for drinking lemon juice. The acidity from the lemons would kill the bacteria and therefore help stop the madness. And thankfully,due to the new juicing trend at the homestead, we had lemons!
So I squeezed the juice of three lemons into a glass. I brought it up to Justin to drink, which he did in a few swigs since it was seriously tart, and then he settled in to the bed. Meanwhile, I had been praying that this works for him and he can be relieved of this misery.
Well, sure enough. He never had a sick episode again. It was either the lemon juice or the fact that it had passed, but either way–he was much much better.
And has been since then.