I loved it! I went Monday, Wednesday and Friday of that week. I drank extra water to replenish the buckets of sweat that left my body during my work-outs. I slept great and felt great. Until Saturday. Al and I went to the movies and I had popcorn, so after the movie I wasn't very hungry. We got some greasy yummies at a local pub -- wings, fried pickles, breaded mushrooms, etc... -- and I had a couple draught beers. Now 2 beers, does not do me in. I have can easily drink a Boston Pizza Schooner and still function quite normally, but these 2 beers made me feel quite light-headed. I mentionned it to Al when we got home, and an hour or so later I headed up to bed.
A couple hours later I awoke and my guts were roiling. Damn greasy food, I thought. Off to the loo I go. Once I started to "go" I started to feel sick to my stomach as well. During a "break in the action" I went to the bedroom to get the waste basket from my makeup vanity. Al just happened to be awake and he said I staggered out of the bathroom and did a header into the chair and table, landing in a heap on the floor...out cold. He got up and I shortly came around muttering about the need for a bucket. He asked me if I was drunk...LOL! I told him that I was sick.
I returned to bed and about 40 minutes later a awoke again with the same need for the loo. I remember putting the bucket on my lap as I was again feeling nauseated, and next thing I know Al is kneeling beside me on the bathroom floor. I guess he heard the THUD. I came around and headed back to bed again.
In the morning I felt fine...just tired, as one would expect after a night of stomach flu. I started to think about what had happened and why. I took my blood pressure. It is normally around 140/80 and it was 117/67. Yikes! I realized then what had happened.
The hot yoga had dehydrated me. The beer (alcohol) further dehydrated me and then the diarreah pushed my body over the edge. So dehydrated that my blood pressure dropped, I passed out.
I started to drink Powerade and water to replenish my fluids. I cancelled my Monday yoga class and continued to hydrate Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday I felt great, and went to yoga. I drank a Powerade an hour and a half before the class, and drank a litre of water during the class. I continued to hydrate the rest of the day. All was well...until Thursday morning.
When I got up to pee, I could hardly stand to be in the bathroom, the smell was so pungent. Yikes! Dehydrated again!!! Drink, drink, drink. I went to my monthly intravenous Pamidronate appointment at the hospital. They had trouble finding a vein because I was dehyrdated. They finally got one into my hand and about 2.5 hours into the 3 hour infusion, it popped through the vein and pumped the medicine into my hand.
Now I look beaten up. I was lucky not to have hit my head on either of my faints, but I have the remains of a big bruise on my upper arm where I hit the chair, I think. I also have bruises on my forearm and hand from the attempts to run the IV and my hand is still swollen and red from the interstitial iv.
The take away from all of this is that hot yoga is not for me! Obviously, I do not have the ability to replenish the fluids as necessary. I am going to continue with yoga...but not in the super-heated environment. :(
As you know, from reading this blog, simple, every-day activities often turn into adventures for me. I hope this one provided you with a laugh or two. Sorry if it was a little too detailed for your squeamish tummies. :)
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