By the end of yesterday I felt a bit like this guy but without the jolly ornaments.
Yesterday I had to go to the tv studio in the afternoon, so spent the morning getting things organised and packed up in readiness. All was well and I was buzzing about getting things done.
By lunch time I was famished and decided to have a break from the detox and enjoy a smoked salmon sandwich. A friend had given me some lovely smoked salmon at Christmas and it was still unopened. Make up fabulous looking sandwich with french bread, salad, salmon and all trimmings. See me spoiling myself completely, I enjoy it.
Leave for tv land making a little teensy weensy diversion to look at sales in big shopping centre. A wee bit of retail therapy and off to the studios.
Just as I am stepping from the car I suddenly feel very warm. No, hot. I get hotter and hotter. Then as we are rehearsing (Michelle is so full of a bad cold she can hardly speak) I feel my stomach start to lurch. As the show is going out live and I'm sitting waiting in the studio ready to go on I feel things getting worse and worse in the tummy dept.
Then I'm on and standing next to Michelle and I feel the sweat running down the back of my neck, my tummy lurches and my hands are shaking. All I can do is slap on a smile and hold on to the desk. I'm grinning like an idiot, spouting forth about how healthy detox is (true) and praying that I will be able to get off the set before anything untoward happens.
By the time the show is over I am in no position to use the loo in the studio, All I want is to get home and fast. Almost doubled up I scuttle to the car and head home. It is a half hour drive and I feel every single moment and mile of it. Every traffic light that takes time to change, every slow car in front of me. It is the longest journey known to man.
I'm hot, sweating, shaking and by now my stomach is almost shouting with noise, this is just yuck and so not happening. Well it is happening and I ain't liking it. By the time I get to our lane I am clutching the stearing wheel and doubled over, I undo the seat belt knowing I'm going to have to make a rush for the house.
Of course the door is locked and alarm is on, My hands are all sweaty and I can hardly get the key to work. I'm muttering to myself like a mad woman as I wrestle with locks and buttons,switches and doors. But at last I make it to the sanctuary of my own delightful (!) loo. We won't go into what happens next, but it is suffice to say that I feel like I am losing half my body weight in one fell swoop. The evening is spent between the loo and the sofa, groaning noises from me and my stomach. We seem to be keeping up a sort of tasteless conversation together.
The strange thing is, the heat, sweating and shaking stopped right away. It took hours before I stomach settled tho, but by midnight I was able to totter upstairs with a chamomile tea and a silent stomach.
I slept like a log, a completely washed out, knackered, exhausted and wiped out log. I woke this morning ok, actually ok and upright and alive. I couldn't beleive it.
Now the moral of this story is simple. When you are meant to be detoxing, stick to it. Don't decide to stuff your face with a smoked salmon baguette after 4 days of detox. Ok so I think Mr Fishy must have been just a tad off colour himself to cause such a horrific reaction, because boy oh boy did I suffer.
So this morning I am back on my gentle cleansing, my herb teas and my detox broth. My body is a temple (what, a large building with crowds of people standing about?) and I shall not give it any more fish abuse!