It came out of nowhere, but I think most sickness does. You know when something wakes you up in the middle of the night it's bad.

Last Tuesday morning I woke up at 2:45 a.m. with lower abdominal cramps. Actually, more like pressure. I even think I was dreaming about it, which you know means business. It's interesting to me how we can almost instinctually know what to do in certain situations -- even when we're in a deep sleep.

I spent about 15 minutes in the bathroom dealing with the pressure and another Big D. I really thought it was just a fluke, thought maybe something I ate for dinner hadn't set right with me. Though, even in my 3 a.m. stupor I thought about how a "fluke" had likely never woken me up in the middle of the night.

Repeat at 4:30 a.m.

At 5 a.m. my alarm went off as usual. I knew I didn't have the energy to walk, though I really wanted to. I still thought that with a little extra rest I'd be OK to go to work. But the stomach pressure persisted. My Midwestern work ethic wanted me to go to work, my body wanted me to stay home.

Around 6 a.m. The Mr. convinced me to get up and shower and try to get ready, both of us thinking that by getting up and moving around I may start to feel better. I went back and forth while in the shower about whether I could make it to work. Finally I gave in. I was staying home.

I checked my sugar (126 mg/dL), called my boss and fell asleep. At 8:15 a.m. I woke up and the pressure was gone and for a moment I thought I could get up and go to work. The next thing I remember, it was 12:30 p.m., then 3ish p.m., then 4:45 p.m. when The Mr. called to say he was on his way home. I stayed in bed for another hour or so.

When I finally had enough energy to get up, I checked my sugar: 128 mg/dL. I was shocked -- a whole day of sleep and not eating and very clearly some sort of bug and my blood sugar didn't budge. Guess I know my basals are set right!

Though I was able to work on Wednesday, I was still dealing with that other D and lack of appetite. Thursday morning while I was blow drying my hair, The Mr. said something about the news.

"What?" I said, turning the blow dryer off.

"Nestle recalled that cookie dough you made last week because of e. coli," he said. "Well, at least I didn't eat it raw."

"Crap! I did!" I said as the news and the sickness started to click.

"Well, maybe that explains why you were sick," he said.

"Sheesh. I bet it does."

Dr. Google and a call to my new primary care doctor convinced me that I'm OK. Though a week later and I'm still having some issues.