So, Thursday 3 July, our clinic manager wants to treat the staff to Arby's (which I don't like anyway) to the special 99 cent specials and goes out and purchases 20 of them. We jump on the catch at 1215, each have one and maybe squirt some Arby's special secret sauce and horseradish on the top. Everything is going fine until 1345 while I'm working on a patient and feel a little uneasy, maybe worried more about the ticker and not thinking about Arby's. I have one of the assistants take my BP which is 114/72...so, off I go back to work. On to two patients later, about 45 mins and the waves start to come in. A short run to the restroom and upchuck the first of five (memories of the Moose Lodge) portions of Arbys. Okay, now I feel better for 10 mins and then back for more. So, I work through my last 8 patients and to shorten the story without the nitty gritty highlights....
at 1755, my staff calls 911 and I'm off to Adventist's Hospital because I cannot get up from my desk. I'm alert but not feeling too hot. An IV line, 1 litre of fluid (Perrier, I think) and a dash of Zofran and I'm startin' to feel better. After some bloodletting and a stay at the hospital, Barb and I leave for home with me now able to drive and get home at 2100. I'll leave the camping stories to the rest of the family and just note that I still have a queasy innards and hope to let things settle throughout the weekend. And, no, I did not go boating...so you know that there must have been something wrong. Arby's....ten thumbs down and a report to the Multnomah Co. Health Dept. Kenn