Last Wednesday night my tooth that started hurting back in late May began to hurt again. It was throbbing with each beat of my heart and it hurt to even drink water.
I had my call the dentist Thursday morning and she called in a stronger antibiotic so I could still lift and the tooth could be worked on post meet. Nice. The medicine was called Clindamycin HCL, 150 mg caps. I picked it up Thursday afternoon and immediately took one. That night I took another.
I woke up Friday morning and I noticed something unusual. I ALWAYS have to do the morning business when I get up at 4:50 am. ALWAYS, without interruption. That was until Friday morning. I didn't have to go. I took my prescribed 4 pills Friday of the Clindamycin and went to bed Friday night having not dropped a deuce. Strange.
Saturday morning the alarm goes off for me to get up and get to Cullen's for a light bench workout. I sit up in bed and immediately feel my guts drop. I get up and run to the bathroom where I spend the next 20 minutes with what felt like hot molten lava continuously shooting out of my ass. Non stop. I figure I am done, I get up and go down stairs for my morning protein shake and right after drinking it I am sprinting back up the steps for round 2. Round 3 happened about 15 minutes later and I realized something was wrong and I wasn't going to make it to Cullen's. No biggie. I needed the extra rest. All told I used the facilities 13 times Saturday for liquid number 2. By Saturday night I stop taking the medicine and go to bed.
Sunday morning was much the same, complete with the emergency run to the bathroom as soon as the alarm went off. Again I can't go train and again I am not worried. I spend Sunday the same way I did Saturday, shitting, trying to eat, then shitting again.
Monday morning I get up for work and I am already prepared for what is coming. Sure enough, and what is worse is I have to stop off the side of the road on my way to work. I spend the day with stomach cramps and I didn't get much done. I tried to force feed myself but every time I ate I got extreme gut pains and had to run to the bathroom. All the while my tooth is hurting worse and worse.
Tuesday I get up and weigh myself, 234. 12 pounds in a little over 3 days. I can't eat and when I do I am in excruciating pain. I call my wife from work and tell her to call any dentist in town and get me in, I can no longer take the pain. She does and at 3:15 PM, after a pit stop at her salon to blow up their bathroom, I am under the dentist's drill for a 2 hour root canal. It was interrupted twice as I had to run to the bathroom or risk making one hell of a mess in his chair.
Wednesday morning my jaw is sore and I am still shitting. Family doctor tells me I have Colitis. YES! Just what I always fucking wanted. She tells me to eat lots of yogurt. Too late, I am 14 pounds down and the scale says 232. I feel like the dude in the movie "Thinner" and I have ruined 6 pair of underwear. I still can't eat and I am woozy as hell.
This morning I get up with much the same. Doctors says it could last for awhile and tells me to keep downing fluids and eating. Holding steady at 14 pounds lost so far.
Needless to say, I had to pull out of the meet. I can't even bend over to tie my shoes without risking shitting my pants and with the weight loss and lack of food I doubt I could squat 400 right now. I haven't touched a weight since last Wednesday.
Right now I am pissed, depressed, and fucking hostile. I was peaking for this meet and was hoping on hitting some big numbers. I invested time, money, and blood into this fucking meet and now I am still here 14 pounds down with a gut that cramps and leaves me balled up on the floor. I am not sure when this will fucking stop, or when I can lift again, but mark my worlds, I WILL BE FUCKING BACK.
-Rick
Sorry to hear that Rick. No doubt you will be back.. Get well soon bro'..
Theo
Posted by: Theo Burggraaff | June 27, 2008 at 02:18 AM
Rick,
What a disappointment, I had been following your training I know you must be devastated. You'll recover and be stronger than ever.
Posted by: Toolz | June 27, 2008 at 02:21 PM
Rick,
Dude, this sucks. Sorry to hear about it. Rest up and get well, then come back and smash some fucking weight!
Posted by: Brian | June 28, 2008 at 01:26 AM
Rick,
Keep thinking good thoughts man. Life is what you make it and I know you'll turn this around...
Nick
Posted by: Nick McKinless | June 29, 2008 at 01:35 PM
F-ing tooth! Its lucky you didn't just take the pliers to it, one day closer to the meet and you might have. You'll be back!
Posted by: AP | June 29, 2008 at 10:17 PM
Dude, sorry that it was at your expense, but I just laughed my butt off! Out loud! Especially the part about bending over to pick up weights and risking blowing out yet another pair. Dude, funny posting. Hilarious!! Sorry for what caused it, but it felt good to laugh like that. Get well, bro!
Posted by: Mike | June 30, 2008 at 06:55 PM