A problem to solve!

I have a diagnostic problem for you.

After I played volleyball for an hour and a half in 90 degree weather, even jumped my max 3 inches off the ground a couple of times. I knew I'd have to quit when the familiar pain of my right hip started. Muscles spasms that bring joint weakness. Soon the choice would be fall down or sit down.

I went to cool off. I polished off my bottle of water and started another. Had a few strawberries with watermelon. Then grabbed a hot dog....no bun, just the meat. Sitting down to rest and cool, I began to feel nauseous. We were getting ready to leave. Since I wasn't feeling so good, I didn't help load up the stuff, just sat there. Bad, bad pastor's wife. Sitting when there's work to be done!

Somebody said to me, "You look like you're ready to pass out."

"I feel like it, too."

So we leave. Immediately my tummy starts rumbling. Pain! And the nausea! I lean back in the seat, and before I know it, I'm only half conscious.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" asks hubby.

"No. Just get me home."

So I pray and groan the rest of the way home, still just barely conscious. As we're doing the circle off the tollway just a few blocks from the house, I'm wishing I'd opted for the hospital. I feel THAT bad. (I really don't like hospitals!)

I stumbled out of the car and staggered into the house. Hubby trying to help, but I'm almost delirious and shake him off. My anti-gravity chair. He guides me there. Instantly I know it won't work.

"No. The bed!"

So I collapse onto my bed. Relief. A cool, dark room.

Then the hallucination/dream starts: My hip tendon jerks the liver sideways which turns the stomach to a horizontal position. This kinks the esophagus so that passage is impossible and the entrance to my stomach is now on the side. A hot dog keeps pounding at the stomach trying to get in. It can't, so it runs circles around my stomach there in the cavity, but keeps pounding on the stomach. Finally, the hot dog finds the entryway into my stomach and slides through. My stomach contracts a few times and relaxes.

I fall asleep.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Hubby goes to take his afternoon nap. He says he was praying. I'm sure with the experience this senior pastor has, his snores are counted as travail!!

An hour later I wake up feeling so much better. The pain is gone, no more nausea, only a little dizziness. Later I manage to eat some chicken noodle soup, toast and tea. Still feeling weak, like a newborn kitten.

Hubby says it was divine healing. His prayers were answered.

Today I'm slightly headachey, weak in the knees, and prone to bits of dizziness and nausea.

So.....Question. Sunstroke?? Heatstroke?? Reaction to over-exertion? General insanity??? Food Poisoning? (The hot dog had been cooked more than the recommended two hours ago.) from which God healed me? (No actual output from that rumbling stomach--in either direction!!!) Other???

You be the DOC!!!! I'm waiting to hear from you!!!