So. You know how I ditched the whole “Cleanse” in favor of taking supplements as a means of warding off suspected Candida? Somebody had the last laugh.
And it wasn’t me.
This morning, I downed all of my regular supplements, and added the supplements designed to help with possible yeast overgrowth, including a Garlic Pill, an Oregano Pill, and the Grapefruit Seed Extract.
I decided to forgo my usual morning pain killer, Tramadol, so that I could really pay attention and note my symptoms while on all the new supplements.
And frankly, I was doing okay. I got myself prepared to venture out to take the kids to their weekly P.E. and Art Class. About 5 minutes before I was ready to go, I was seized with a feeling I hope I never experience again.
You guessed it. Without elaboration, it seems that the Garlic Pill and the Oregano Pill had an Italian throwdown, and I came up the loser.
Let’s just say, I’m now clean as a whistle.
Fiddledaddy was working about an hour away, and when he called, Emme informed him that I was dying, and had thrown up about 5 or 50 times. I have no idea where she gets her gift of exaggeration. Anyhoo, Fiddledaddy called Aunt Trish, who is Jesus walking around here on earth, and asked her to come over and watch the kids until he could get home.
Which she did. I, however, was horrified that anyone would see my house in the condition it was in, and began cleaning off the kitchen counter, in my altered state. Emme herded me back to the infirmary and ordered me to lay down and she would take care of the kitchen.
Trish came to the rescue, and I boarded myself up in my room to mentally revise my last will and testament.
I’m doing much better now. But I think it will be a while before I ever season anything with garlic or oregano ever again.
As it were.