Gut Rumbles

March 04, 2006

revenge ain't sweet

I had breakfast at my hotel (the "Jaco Festival") and walked into town afterward. That was two days ago, I think. I bought some cigarettes and shopped for a few souvenirs I want to bring home and send to a few special people. I started to go by the scuba diving place and see what the lessons cost, but suddenly, I wasn't feeling well.

I broke out in a sweat. My belly started to puff up as if I were about six months pregnant. I felt achy all over. I decided to go back to my room and rest for a spell.

That "spell" lasted about 36 hours. Holy Bejus!!! After all the trips I've made here and all the different food I've eaten with no problem at all, Montezuma finally got his revenge on me this time. I was one sick puppy. You don't want the gory details, because that's a story I prefer not to tell, although I could make a couple of REALLY GOOD shit-blogs about it. Maybe even start a trend in vomit-blogging, too...

I've been wondering what got me. I don't think it was the water, because I've drunk the agua all over the country before and it's never bothered me. Maybe it was the fruit I bought off a street vendor when I first arrived in Jaco. Pears and plums with a nearly lethal after-effect? Maybe the hotel poisoned me so that I won't pig out on all the free stuff I get to eat and drink here. Who knows?

Whatever it was, I don't want any more of it. I finally know what it's like to be fricking MISERABLE in Costa Rica. I didn't even make it to the beach yesterday. Instead, I became intimate friends with the commode in my room. It was UGLY, folks... mighty UGLY.

I was able to eat some soup last night and I slept for about 12 hours after that "meal," which was the only food I've been able to tolerate since my affliction struck. I feel okay today. In fact, I'm hungry. But damn if I didn't shoot the last two days square in the ass.

I still wonder what it was that got me...


Oh Rooooooooob. I'm so sorry. Here I was thinkin' you were off "goin native" and having a good time.
Glad you're feelin' betta dawlin, and mighty glad you spared us the icky details. ;~)

Posted by: Lil Toni on March 4, 2006 11:49 AM

thank GOD it was 'only' food poisoning...i was worried about you after you didn't post for a couple of days...glad you're feeling better.

Posted by: stratguy on March 4, 2006 12:00 PM

my guess is the unwashed fruit from the street. a good rule is no food from the street unless it's hot or
you wash it or peel it yourself.

the best thing for it is what you did, rest and soup.
un caldo de cebolla (onion soup with a little salt) is what I'd ask for.

hope you feel better, I know your pain

Posted by: joe on March 4, 2006 12:03 PM

I second the unwashed fruit theory.

A "no no" in places where personal hygiene is not strictly high priority.

Just think where all those hands that have handled your fruit have been.

Posted by: Henry Blowfly on March 4, 2006 12:12 PM

Glad to see you're still alive. I was getting worried too. Thought that you were either left lying in a back alley somewhere after a mugging or you'd lost your sobriety and were drinking again. Free booze can be a heckuva temptation.

Posted by: RayH on March 4, 2006 12:16 PM

Good to see ya post - gettin' kinda worried aboutcha!

Posted by: Jeffro on March 4, 2006 12:19 PM

Could be that the hit put on you by the BC failed - great way to cover it up: in a foriegn country, foodborne illness, etc...

But seriously...Street-vended fruit probably did it to ya. Just shaking hands with someone with bad washing habits can get you. God knows what was on that fruit - talk about shit-blogging!

Posted by: Rimfirejones on March 4, 2006 12:40 PM

Ick. I hate when that happens. Don't discount the water. Switch to bottled for a couple of days and watch for the cheese. There's this one kind of crumbly white stuff that always did me in when I travel in those parts. They often roll corn on the cob in it or give you a side dish of it with your dinner.

Anyway, I much prefer my vision of you walking hand in hand on moonlight stroll down the beach with the mysterious raven-haired beauty you met at dinner. I think I'll just hold that one in my mind for you. It could still come true.

Posted by: Libby on March 4, 2006 12:40 PM

Glad you're alive and "somewhat" well...enjoy the rest of your trip!

Posted by: Lisa on March 4, 2006 02:31 PM

News alert Rob. I just read the Costa Rica news and there's supposed to a major taxi cab strike on Tuesday. This is the formal taxis who are protesting the informal taxis that were almost outlawed last week.

Keep that in mind for your planning.

Posted by: Libby on March 4, 2006 02:44 PM

I'm turning green over Henry's comment. He's got a good point for sure!

Posted by: Maeve on March 4, 2006 02:46 PM

It's kharma, Rob. Just " a little kharma coming down."

Posted by: Anon on March 4, 2006 02:50 PM

Hope ya getter better so the rest is enjoyable. definatly go take the beginer scuba if you havent done it before, its a blast! usually can be had for under a hundred bucks too

Posted by: Heath on March 4, 2006 04:39 PM

Did you eat some native pussy?

Posted by: Catfish on March 4, 2006 05:09 PM

better you..than me

Posted by: daniel on March 4, 2006 05:21 PM

Yeah, Cat, that was what I was gonna ask. Rob gobbled some skank pussy and got the fish-taco flu.

Posted by: Bane on March 4, 2006 05:48 PM

You have to remember, every other time you were in Costa Rica, the massive amounts of alcohol in your system were killing all the little bugs. Now it's just your immune system alone trying to fight them off...

Posted by: gahrie on March 4, 2006 06:03 PM

Fish taco flu.


Still, glad you're feeling better Rob. It sure does suck to get sick while on vacation.

Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and the bumper sticker!

Posted by: Gina on March 5, 2006 12:10 AM

Sounds like the nasties that woke my wife out of a deep sleep at 3AM here in the frozen Northland on Saturday AM.

In other words, perchance you were infected at home and brought that puppy with you...

Posted by: wil on March 5, 2006 01:14 AM

Could be the fruit, but even US grocery stores have nasty fruit...I mean you have the pcikers, the packers, the shippers, the store employees, and then the shoppers touching that fruit. And they haven't all washed their hands. The sneeze, cough, wipe their kids nose/butt, then touch it, squeeze it and smell it. They do this with about 10 peices before deciding on ONE. Just Ick!

Posted by: Steph on March 5, 2006 02:11 AM

Oh yea, I feel your pain! Had that happen to me in London thru a wonderful egg salad sandwich served up in a dynamite little antique mall. This was to be my five day London vacation...and it lasted 2 days. The remaining three I spent practically delerious in my hotel room. Death would have been welcome at the worst of it. But I lived. But I ain't NEVER gonna forget that. It was bad.

Posted by: Doc on March 6, 2006 09:03 PM
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