Had a Peanut Butter and Jam Sandwich...Now I’m in Hospital
As you may have seen on my Instagram stories, I spent the other day in hospital after eating a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
It was a normal day, made Holly and I coffee, walked my dog Arty, did some art in the garage, then went upstairs to make a sandwich.
Not sure if the sandwich was the cause, but as I took the last bite, my tummy felt weird. I didn’t want to freak Holly out, so I said, “I’m just gonna tuck myself in”, meaning I wanna lay down in the bedroom. It either means I’ve eaten too much, or not feeling too well. So I prolly freaked her out anyways...
Every passing minute my tummy was hurting more and more. It was rough and by far the worse physical pain I felt. It felt like I was getting punched from inside my body. My stomach was swelling, muscles felt weak and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Holly called the ambulance and they gave me morphine and other drugs, then drove me to hospital.
It was all good at the hospital, I just rested while they did tests on me. A few hours later, they said tests were all fine and said I could go home. All except I was actually in the same amount of pain as I was at home because the drugs wore off.
So Holly picked me up about 8:30pm and my tummy was holding up fine, until we hit our estate and had to go around a few corners and bumps. About 100 metres from ours, I said to stop the car and puked outside a neighbours house. Not a good look.
I did feel a little better after that and walked the rest of the way home.
Yesterday woke up to loads of messages and spent the day catching up with everyone, while I rested in bed.
Thanks for your concern and checking in. Means tons. I’m on the mend.