Poisoned by edible mushrooms
Poisoned by edible mushrooms
Diner three hours ago, I've gone too far with the food or the wine, but now you feel weird.
You're cold, then you hot, you start to sweat, sweat cold.
Within half an hour the nausea occurs, as time goes on to accuse the urge to vomit, at the same time lies the need to go to the bathroom.
Are you on the toilet struck by diarrhea but you are spewing the brain. You the fever and head's going to explode. You threw everything you had, including many strange pieces blackish still intact but the stimulus ceases. You're dehydrated, try drinking but after a few seconds vomiting even water.
Do you think you will die.
The torment does not dim. The stomach pain is so intense screaming and does not pass.
What has happened?
YOU ARE OR INTOLERANT TO MUSHROOM !!!
Those damn useless hateful dick shaped plant tried to kill you.
They are not poisonous, but for you THEY ARE. Their toxins are tolerated to varying degrees by each individual.
YOU ARE LIKE ME (bad luck), and how many others you eating poison mushrooms but do not know it.
For years I have been inexplicably bad at regular intervals, it being invalidated for up to three consecutive days blaming the attacks of flu, viral, bacterial and so on. If you have a high fever, vomiting, diarrhea, headache, what else can it be?
Then one night the shock: Ass on the toilet to dehydrate while the face on the bidet to vomit, in the delirium of fever, headache, and I see that in the middle of the fluid are indistinguishable I'm giving off little pieces blackish still intact: ARE MUSHROOMS.
I'm sure. And 'the era of the sandwich, I was taken to a local food specialty: The Bomb, in fact a common big sandwich filled with mushrooms, plus a modest layer of lettuce and nothing else. I only drank a Coke.
While I agonize while trying not to die on the toilet so unseemly retrace the history matching episodes back evil with the day's events. The coincidences are total.
I have no doubt: EDIBLE MUSHROOMS poisoning me. For years, that happens to me and I suffer for not knowing it.
This is the first part of the story, the revelation.
The second chapter is the unbelief of the people.
When I declare it in the company, at a restaurant, at a friend's house, all tease me, tell lies.
Even my mother in disbelief, I administered a betrayal of spaghetti with tomato sauce grattugiandoci on the poisonous plant with imaginable consequences. It will remain so shaken by the effects of his foolish act to be ashamed of for years before me.
The skepticism of acquaintances in addition to that of the doctor who pronounces such a condition does not exist, it is also classified as an allergy because it does not have the canonical symptoms (choking, obstruction of the airways, swelling etc.) And is not curable with the usual antihistamines.
Am I the only one in the world to have this bad!
Become aware that they are at least eight years I have been hurt because of this, I put in place the necessary measures:
Of course not consciously eat more mushrooms
I always ask if there are mushrooms in dishes that are served me
Unfortunately this is not enough to keep me a successive series of sound installations as often blows in the restaurant despite my request not have the slightest idea what is in the recipe of the slop that administer the unlucky customers (or do not care).
Ergo most of the time I was poisoned and many times at the time to stick a fork in the dish "sterile" or uncontaminated I crossed the unmistakable shape of the evil plant.
In some other cases I've paid the price to science and found that it was enough contact between the food that I recruited and the lethal micet to trigger the reaction and then at least once I have paid the price because of food cooked or heated in the same container.
Chapter three: try not to die
Because you are the only one on earth to suffer from this disease (later find out that is not true) so no one will help me.
Given that once you start the process of intoxication there is no way to stop it (tea, coffee, hot water bottle, ice, ladies, priests, exorcists, shamans ...) and if you miss it (see cold sweats) are spent about three hours and you're fucked, I still try not to die at one time or another.
Once I was poisoned on a transatlantic flight: I spent six of the nine hour flight twisting in the bathroom in terrible torments then continuing on the ground for the next four.
I think I feel like a hemophiliac who lives in anxiety to get a cut and bleed to death.
As in many important scientific discoveries, the case has an important role although without the ingenuity and intuition are not going anywhere.
In my case, the "case" are additional problems in my stomach, gastritis, ulcers and so on.
There is fun huh?
The fact is that over the years before the medicine did progress and grant me to heal gastric ulcer (yes, then I'm cured!) I ate industrial quantities of drugs for the more expensive, such as:
- Ranidil
- Gaviscon
- Maalox
- Prepulsid - Cipril
In one of the dramatic times in which I realized that I was going to have a crisis of fungal poisoning, anxious to know what to expect for the next twelve hours I tried a palliative: I took one tablet of Prepulsid (which I knew accelerate gastric transit).
That evening ended for me a nightmare: I got away with a small burst of diarrhea (with the usual bits blacks ..)
I had found the antidote to the event.
Epilogue
Many years have passed and yet when you ask people if there are mushrooms in the dish looks at me with disbelief, but I finally found some other poor among them the brother of my father that he had never said anything about it.
I want to share my experience / discovery because although the Internet and other bales that were not found anything about this subject and of course I wish that those who have this problem should not try repeated unnecessary suffering.
The useful Prepulsid was unfortunately taken off the market for obscure reasons, so I had to replace it with another accelerator of intestinal transit as Peridon, this is less effective but still plays its job in my case.
In my wallet, there is always an emergency ration of three or four tablets of Peridon that allows you to feel comfortable even during ambushes delicacies.
Conclusion: In 2014, thirty years after the revelation, my current doctor tells me that medical science has recognized the existence of this disease. About time!
My writing is not directed at you that you're normal, but I wonder why no one has ever spoken.
Bruno