Well, I'm feeling a little better. At least I'm not throwing up or the other end. I have no strength, no appetite and I still ache all over.

I left Wyoming after delivering the steel structure to my last customer. It was a ranch out in the middle of nowhere and was very cool with horses and the whole nine yards.

I found a place to park after and looked on the load boards and nothing at all going East. I decided to figure where I would be 400 miles from there and post my truck. I did the same thing the next day for Iowa and got a call from D.H. Robinson about a load of lime going from a small city 100 miles from where I said I would be to VA. When I looked at loads from VA there were tons going to my state and close by so this would work.

I got up early and instead of fooling around I got right to it. When I got outside one of my trailer tires was flat. I had trouble with this one for a while now and was always putting air in it. This time the seal was broken and would not take air. There wasn't any place open that could fix it so I continued on down Rt 80 through Nebraska. I found a T/A and pulled in there to get it fixed. I had to wait an hour before they could get to my truck so I went inside and had a cheese omelet. A real dump of a restaurant. I was wrong before. Not Flying J, it was this place.

Anyways, It took the guy 3 hours to fix the flat. Come to find out the valve stem was leaking, would not make a seal and found a nail. He had to take it off and put it on 3 times. It's a fixed cost for fixing a flat. $44.00. Not a bad deal for 3 hours of work. Nice young kid, gave him a $20.00 dollar tip.

I was still a long ways from where I thought I would be and needed to pick up the load by 3pm. My GPS said I would be there at 2pm. I would have had plenty of time had it not been for that tire.

Now this was the first time I was pushed. I drove for 6 hours at 75 and didn't stop at all. This was killing me and figured the stress was getting to me. Now I'm on a road that has one frost heave after another spaced perfectly apart. I'm looking at my stomach and it's bouncing up and down. I'm not fat but enough to giggle. One hand on the wheel and one holding my stomach.

The broker from Robinson calls me a few times. She is concerned that I won't make it in time. I tell her I'm on Rt 35 and she's happy. I pull off for a little break and figure I need to walk around and get some fresh air. I realize my skin is wet everywhere and I'm hot and cold at the same time. I get back into my truck and start driving again and figure I'll get my break while they are loading. 20 miles down the road I'm going to throw up. I pull over to the side of the highway and bingo. I stay there for 30 minutes and realize I have to get off the road. I pull off at the next exit and take a left at the end of the ramp and stop right on the overpass.

I call Angie the broker at D.H. and she wants me to continue on. I tell her there is no way. Even if I got there I would be confined to my cab. She give me a few words of disgust and tells me that she's in a real pickle now like this is going to change my mind and state.

By the way....I think Rank took my load. Not sure, he sent me email about it.

Now the fun begins. I look at my arms and all the pores are opened up and water is coming out. This happened once before. So, for the next 5 hours I'm sitting on the pooper and holding a trash bag in front of my face.

Those of you who think you've had food poisoning probably have not. Someone told me a long time ago that YOU WILL KNOW when you have it. It is a full total nuclear inalation attack on your body. You have no control at all. There is no warning, it's immediate for hours. I must have fallen asleep sitting there and woke to the banging on my truck door. Pull up my pants and it's a state trooper.

He can tell something is wrong. I tell him I have food poisoning, I can't drive, I'm dizzy. He doesn't ask for anything. I guess I looked like Hell. I told him I had been through this before and it just needed to take it's course. He wrote is cell number on a piece of paper and said if there was anything I needed or was in trouble to call him. He had my dial his number then hang up. He said all I had to go was hit redial and he would be there.

I woke up at 1am and couldn't move. The muscles in my stomach and back were so strained from throwing up and I had no strength at all. I tried for over 3 hours to get up and take some aspirin. I considered calling the trooper but I knew this would end up in a ride to the hospital. I was yelling in pain and was able to get up but didn't make it too far before sitting on the pooper once again. It was -1 outside and the truck had only been at an idle. Not enough to put out hot air so it was freezing inside. Give me a gun and I would have shot myself.

Back in bed and took some aspirin and waited an hour until it started working. I knew I had to get moving or my muscles would go into shock. It took another 3 hours before I could get going again.

I drove maybe 200 miles and I'm at the Iowa80 truckstop. I got here around 11am and will stay here until tomorrow. My truck is not posted as I still have no strength and feel crappy. I should be over it by tomorrow.

Not sure what I'll do but I'll probably post my truck as available and get a load going home. I'm close to places that have freight going to NH or close by.

I did get my truck washed when I got here. My red truck is covered in salt and completely white. In fact, there is so much salt on the truck the deer were licking it when I woke up this morning....LOL

Man, sorry to hear about that, at least you encountered an understanding Trooper with some common sense, rather than an a-hole that would have made you move.

So we take it you never picked up the load of lime?

edit- re-read your post, looks like rank got it.

UGGHHHH... Food poisoning is the worst. Had it only once,and the "give me a gun, would have shot myself" statement is right on target. Got it from a ham salad sandwich. Bought sandwiches from the same store all the time. Never had an issue. Was out with my buddies one night, doing a Lil bar hopping, got the drunk munchies. Bought the sandwich, and a Pepsi. Noticed the sandwich tasted a Lil funny but figured it to be the alcohol in my system. Went to be around 4am, woke up at 730am or so same way you did. Ass on the seat, and my face in the garbage can.:shock: All day long, Couldn't smoke a butt, couldn't watch TV, and felt like i was repeatedly being run over by a train. Sucky feeling, next day felt fine except the the muscle strains.

You'll learn to check dates on everything, color, smell. If it looks odd.. I'll send it back.

Yup, you had it, join the club of people who know what it's like. It takes anywhere from 4 to 6 hours for it to take full effect from the time you've eaten.

Your right, I knew something wasn't right. Things are going to change with my eating habits. Not just because of this but I'm not eating right. I had a salad the other day and the lettuce was translucent, dark colored and limp. The onions were the same way. I had a burger at Flying J and it wasn't meat. It was mixed with so much bread or something it tasted like crap. The bread was toasted to try and cover up the fact it was going stale.

I just got a salad at Wendy's here and everything is very fresh. I took 3 bites and my stomach started acting up. I still have no appetite but at least I'm drinking plenty of water.

I had it once too, from a Taco Bell in California. I still won't eat at Taco Bell.

I had it too....I was 8 months pregnant and got it from a Christmas party.

Yes, I know the feeling of "just shoot me"

tootie

Hey steve...we are 75 miles out from Iowa 80. Which TS are you at?? We would love to meet you if you are up to it.

tootie

I got it from Domino's Pizza, I've never eaten a pizza from there since!

I'm at the Iowa80 T/S truckstop. The one they boost as the largest in the world. If your around stop by. I'm parked RIGHT in front of the main driver entrance. Can't miss my red Star.

I got it from the eggs on a breakfast buffet, apparantly they weren't cooked all the way.

I'll NEVER EVER forget the feeling, couldn't get warm (in May) then couldn't stop sweating, my joints felt like some one hit them all with sledge hammers.

Did something I hadn't done since grade school.....stuck my fingers down my throat and threw up....felt better BUT still was messed upo foir 48 hours or so.

I don't do buffets anymore.