After talking with KVD about Amazon peacock bass fishing at the big Ultimate Fishing Show, I was almost too excited to work this week. But I gamely made a show of it Monday through Thursday. Even got some work done. Friday was jeans day - special because it is not our normal day - but the big boss decreed we would take all of the $2 per person collected and send it off for Haiti relief to help out.
I was thinking Thursday night that jeans day would help me a little getting through a day where concentration on medical data would be more than a little challenging. Didn't have to worry about that though.
At 4:44 AM I woke up sick to my stomach. Upon running to the bathroom, I found out someone had tilted the bedroom floor about 30 degrees. I made it. Barely... Tried to stand up from the porcelain throne only to find out it wasn't the floor that was tilted, but me. I fell back down. Couldn't stay on my feet.
No matter. In very short order, I needed to be by the old commode anyway as my late night snack decided to leave me the way it came, leaving a burning trail up my esophagus. About every 10 minutes, another episode of heaving followed by several minutes of getting my breath.
I had a 7 month bought with vertigo years ago that I will never fully forget. My wife came in to find me on the bathroom floor translucent pale with a light green shade. I told her I couldn't walk because I kept falling down and since she is half my size... she asked that I not fall on her. Please.
On the third wave of worsening vertigo, having waited about 2 hours for something else to happen, where I actually thought I might prolapse my stomach (I bet that hurts) when that nausea hit me, she called the ambulance.
I did not enjoy that ride much. I don't recall all those bumps and curves before... Besides, they stuck needles in me and asked a bunch of questions I mostly don't recall. Apparently, I had a confusion problem too. More than normal.
In the Ingham ER, they were asking more questions. Some I answered and some I just looked at my wife. Everyone seemed confused there, but after I had my next bought of nausea, the doctor quickly started giving me various pills and injections. I remember he said something about how I was starting to make him sick and he would not stand for it.
At some point, they gave me an injection of valium. Never had that before... don't remember much about having it this time. They say I had a CAT scan during that time, but all I remember was part of a ride down a hallway.
Then seeing a strange machine.
Then I was back in the ER again. Seemed like it took about 3 minutes, but they tell me it was a 'little' longer than that. I just took their word for it. A 'minute' later I opened my eyes and somehow it had become 9:45!?!
After the last round of pills and another injection, I started to feel like maybe I could stand up without the floor slipping or being pulled out from under my feet... the best way I can describe it.
They said I could go home. Call the doctor. Tell him what happened. Take these several pills with you and hope for the best on your flight. I spent most of the day I was supposed to be at work (wife called them and said, "Dan won't be in today. He can't walk or drive.") and then doing the final packing, in bed trying not to look at the ceiling.
I was thinking maybe, after all this waiting, I won't be going to Brazil after all. I'm not enough of a writer to adequately describe that feeling. How about 'bad' for now.
When I got up late last night, I could wobble to the bathroom (not to toss my cookies though, big improvement) without falling over. I still felt pretty queasy so I set the alarm clock for early this morning, took some more pills and thankfully fell asleep. No middle of the night runs to the lavatory either.
Got up this morning and felt a flicker of hope. While every time I moved my head too quickly up or down, or side to side I would lose my sense of balance, otherwise I could walk and I was able to eat some breakfast and keep it with me. As it should be.
So I made the call. Put me in coach! I can do this! Finished packing. Remembered almost everything too.
Then off I go to Gerald R Ford International Airport. Even got there in pleny of time (unlike one of our group who might not make it eeeek!).
I'm sitting in Atlanta right now. My final opportunity to talk to all of you. I'm doing pretty good. My worst fear was that I would be the passenger everyone talked about. Instead, I felt pretty good on the flight. The pills seem to be working. I have the occasional misstep, but so far haven't fallen once. And no tossed cookies...
We are flying out at 9:40 PM to Manaus Brazil before heading up the Rio Negro River to meet up with the boat that will be our home for the next week. I'm still pretty dizzy. Walking down the hall, I take an extra step to the side now and then, but so far no kids staring and pointing. Just looks like I've had an extra beer too many maybe ;D
Most of the guys are here now. I think we are missing two yet. I think I'll make it and just from the stories I've heard so far, I expect to have many more bruises on my stomach than I did last year in Mexico!!!
Everyone should get a chance to do this. Vertigo (great song by the way - U2) or no vertigo. I'm traveling again with Ron Speed Jr's Exotic Outdoor Adventures (http://www.fishbrazilmexico.com). If all goes as planned, I hope to lose about 6 pounds from sweating and collect a few hundred pictures of beautiful peacock bass and a bunch of video. It won't be quite the same as being there, but you'll get some feel for the awesome adventure this type of fishing is. I got that promise right from KVD himself!
With me are Randy VanDam, Don Stevens, Nic Owings, Dave Gizzi (I won my first federation tournament out of the back of his boat over 20 years ago), Terry Gizzi and some new friends Jim, Rick and the others I haven't met yet. It's like an 'old-timers' federation reunion (don't tell them I called them old-timers though).
FYI - I'm planning a GreatLakesBass.com return to Mexico next winter. That was the most fun I've had fishing so far. Probably go to El Salto this time. If you are at all interested, start saving your change and drop me a line. You will not regret the adventure!!! I guaranty it!
Couple new guys just showed up. I remember one was with us last January in Mexico. Pat and Jeff. I'll have to find out who else.
Check out the peacock bass information page (http://www.fishbrazilmexico.com/peacock-bass-fishing-brazil.htm) at Ron Speed Jr's site and see if this doesn't get the fishing juices flowing!
If you want to get to some exotic fishing with me in the future, check out Ron's Mexico bass fishing page (http://www.fishbrazilmexico.com/black-bass-fishing-mexico.htm) also. That might help you make up your mind about coming down with me next winter. I took some of the pictures that are rotating on the page.
good luck down there Dan...I hope your 100% better by the time you set the hook :)
Thanks cnb. I've found good fishing often works better than modern medicine. Hopefully this time will be no different.
Well... 11:40PM and still in Atlanta at the 4th gate. Last plane 'wasn't safe' according to the overhead lady. We were supposed to leave at 9:40PM. They tell if something or other doesn't happen we'll be out at midnight. Fingers crossed.
Shoot! Jinx... The overhead lady just announced our pilots are too tired and now we have to wait for new pilots. 1:40AM departure now... Manaus is about 9 hours away now.
Good luck with everything Dan. It will all work out. And I hope you packed that Sebile. And, I hope you throw it. And, I hope it gets all torn to crap and you come home with a big smile on your face. Oh, and after reading your little post, I have decided that, if I ever form a heavy metal band, I will call it "trail up my esophagus".
Saving the Sebile for Mexico. Still in Atlanta. Flight now departing at 3:30AM. Maybe...
They did bring water and pop. Then they gave us a bunch of food vouchers. Only 1 place open in the whole airport. They did some business! Manaus now 9 hours away...
3AM and we are finally getting on Delta flight 557 to Manaus.
Sounds like you'll be there for the evening bite.
Good luck.
Jeesh! I got sick reading this. :o
Stay healthy my friend.
Um, when you wrote and mentioned "unplanned excitement" in your email you left out a detail or two! I know you're fishing now but wish ya the best, sir.
I have had vertigo before. Not fun. I have also fished for Peacocks before, VERY FUN.