It’s funny how things can come back and bite you in the backside. This year I resolved not to get sick at all. I’m very proud of being very healthy, last year I only got sick three days. This year I thought I’d break this record, yeah right!
The funny feeling started yesterday morning. I set the alarm to ring at 4 am. I was planning to hit the punching bag for a few rounds in the home gym, and then go off to work. When the alarm rang I felt really odd, very tired and week. So I just shut it and went back to sleep. I woke up around 7 am.
I spent the whole morning in Riffa Views (see the relevant post here) And as the day progressed I kept on feeling worse and worse. I was planning to teach at Zen-Do all day, but I just didn’t have the energy. I could hardly focus during the meetings with my GM and Marketing and Operations Manager.
After the meetings ended I went home, probably around 4 p.m. or so. I went to bed and slept. But I had an uncomfortable sleep. As the day progressed I got worse and worse, eventually spending virtually the whole night vomiting. It was really painful – torturous actually. My poor wife stayed up all night taking care of me. To say I got a nasty stomach bug would be an understatement!
Staring the Insanity Monster in The Face
I’ve never spoken about this publicly. This happens to me every few years. I actually lose my mind for a brief time. It happens when I have fever and/or when I’m dehydrated (which I can get quite quickly). I start to become delirious, and start rambling like a buffoon. I might start to cry, then laugh, then sing, then speak in German, then hum, and on and on.
It started happening last night around 7 p.m., and lasted most of the night. Interspersed with violent vomiting. It’s a strange feeling when it happens. I know I’m doing it, but I can’t control myself when it happens. I lose all impulse control. I know that it’s not appropriate to burst into song, or to start making incoherent noises, but I have no self-control at all. Is this what it’s like to be crazy? Trust me, it’s a horrible feeling.
In The BDF Hospital
I had an incident about 4 or 5 years ago, and my wife called an ambulance. They rushed me to the BDF hospital. All the while I was making incoherent conversation with the paramedics. When I arrived there I was taken care of by what was probably the meanest nurse in the history of mean nurses. I remember reading the words “clinical madness” on their report. They gave me some drugs and an IV drip. I only stayed there for a few hours and then went home.
It Doesn’t Last Long
These periods of madness don’t last very long, usually just one night or less. I remember when I told my father about this a few years ago he started laughing. He told me of a Saudi prince he knows that goes through something similar. Apparently he becomes Robin Hood and starts talking in old English, can you imagine?
Anyway, as I write this I’m feeling much better. I think I’ll be back to work and my usual routine from tomorrow.
Thanks for listening…