When you are shooting a cooking show imagine not being able to eat. No, this is not the Giada de Laurentiis story. While shooting the most recent season of shows I developed a very unattractive condition.
So, you read about the dangers of anti biotics .. but I figure that will happen to someone else, like aging. But, low and behold I had an intestinal distress that was a cross between a trip to Mexico and labor. It went on and on. I’m more the “Oh, why go to the doctor, it’s just a virus type”, but finally relented after we twice had to stop shooting early. I was not in DaphMasterFlash form. I kept thinking it would get better. It didn’t. The doctor on call said that he suspected I had gotten C-Diff. It’s a bacterial infection you get when the antibiotics you took 3-4 weeks before for something else kills your good bacteria in your bowel. ( I had taken two courses a month previous for Strep) Think of it like your bowels are a trash compactor, but the C-diff caused an electrical outage so the trash can’t be compacted and just flows out with grinding pain that makes it difficult to stand in front of a camera and talk about food.
How to diagnosis? One day we started shooting later while I high tailed it to UCLA Medical to give 7 “samples”. The most revolting thing ever.
How to feel better? Stop eating. That’s what I did.
We had a lot of shows to do. I had to keep working. I had sweet friends come and guest star on the show. I was making great food. One night I made a really fantastic, fancy meal for the show and was feeling ok, so I ate it all. It was a fun night. The next day we had off and I couldn’t get out of bed. Except to go to the, well, you know.
Two days later they called and said to hurry up and start taking Flagyl to get rid of the C-diff. I had had ELEVEN days of… D-stress… if you know what I mean. I have to eat very simple, bland foods and not drink at all. If I have protruding collar bones by the end of this it will have been worth it. The last days of the shoot I was feeling a bit better, but weak. I would sit on a stool while we talked through what we were going to shoot. When it was time to get on camera they would pull the stool away from me and I would bring it! I felt better performing. I was so focused on the job it got my mind of the grinding, labor like pain I was in.
The medicine made me dizzy . As soon as the shoot was done I went down for 48 hours and put myself on healing with funny movies. My faves so far to wipe the tension off my face and put on a smile: “Hot Tub Time Machine” ( My generation) “The Wedding Ringer”. Basically, if it didn’t have dick and fart jokes, I was not interested. (Not as good “Admission” with Tina Fey and “It’s Complicated”, both need 30 min cut and a better script. ) Also caught up with all the Jane the Virgin’s. Please, do yourself a favor and watch it. From the start. So funny and has satire and magical realism, all my faves.
The good news is I had put on some Grief Pounds, so I’m psyched that I have lost 9 lbs. B
Okay, so be careful with your gut… and wash your hands.