Back tracking a bit, we drove out to Needham on Saturday afternoon to visit with many of my family members and have dinner as a group of nine with my mother. After a nice afternoon of relaxing and catching up, we headed to the dining room and sat down to eat. After placing our orders, I had to excuse myself and go back to my mom's unit. Within minutes of being back, I laid on the bed and then hit the bathroom for one of numerous episodes of being horribly ill. When my family finally returned, my sister Alison offered to drive Tom and me back to our hotel with a stop at CVS pharmacy to pick up supplies. At this point, I was feeling much better so Saltine crackers, Pedialyte and Ginger Ale sounded like a smart way to start refueling my body. After our hotel drop off, I had some of the items we purchased and then collapsed in the bed thinking that a good night sleep would put me in decent shape for the morning. Turning out the lights at 9:45, and with no plans for Sunday, I was ready for a nice long sleep.
At 11:15, I awoke and headed straight for the bathroom and yet again I was horribly sick to my stomach from the food poisoning. Tom was fast asleep, yet I got him out of bed and told him we needed to go to the emergency room immediately. His response was, "What, Why?". When I told him I was ill again, he dressed and within minutes we were in a taxi going to Tufts Medical Center emergency room which happened to be very close to our hotel.
After being admitted at 11:45, I was taken to a room, changed into a hospital gown and laid down on the bed. Soon, a nurse named Jess came in and I answered lots of questions about my condition. I explained that I was running the marathon on Monday and had to get well quickly. Blood work was drawn, and an EKG test was run. All my tests came back normal and within minutes they had me hooked up to an IV bag to replenish my fluids that had been lost during all the vomiting and diarrhea. After a while, I was seen by not only a nurse practitioner, but also a doctor who is the assistant chief of emergency medicine. I was in good hands. When the doctor entered the room, he said something about how I had puked a lot! This made me laugh because he also said, "you can run the marathon. you won't die, but it might not be pretty." That was great news, no dying during the race. After several hours had passed I was now pumped full of two IV bags. My release papers were completed and included more information on how to prepare for Monday, including a Good Luck comment from the doctor! We headed back to the hotel at 2:30 am on Sunday morning. I had a little over 32 hours to get ready for my biggest race ever.