A Warning to Men...

[marshac]

I just got back from our seemingly annual trip to SLC, and unfortunately for me, prior to this year's trip I saw this

Man v. Food - Spicy Hellfire Sushi - YouTube

Cliff's Notes for Vid- Very spicy sushi roll competition.

Thinking to myself "I like spicy food. I have a higher than average tolerance for it." I came to the conclusion that attempting this "Hell-fire Challenge" would be a good idea. It was not. The "warmup" or "pre-qualifier" roll was required prior to beginning the challenge- it was spicy, but not too bad. "I've got this- that dude from Food Network was just putting on a good show" I thought. Next came a "Level 6.5" roll. Again, spicy, but not too bad and certainly manageable. Next came the "Level 7" roll- although prior to consumption, a liability waiver was required. "Good showmanship- keeps up the mystique" I told myself. Complete with a sparkler, the level 7 roll arrived on my table. I later learned that this roll consisted of fresh and powdered ghost chilies. Needless to say, this was a quantum leap in spiciness over the 6.5 roll.

For the first 15 seconds, I was OK. Then the spice level grew. And grew. And didn't stop. At this point all available liquids on the table had been consumed and I had requested more. After a glass of milk, the spice subsided and all was well... or so I thought.

About 45min later, my stomach began to feel... unsettled. Shortly thereafter it began to feel as if I had consumed hand-fulls of sharp glass. Waves of pain were my companion all night. I didn't sleep. Thankfully I had just purchased a bottle of "Pepto Max" which seemed to help a little. Unfortunately halfway through the night I realized that I had consumed half of the bottle, and I began to become concerned about salicylate poisoning- so not only did I have daggers in my stomach, but now I had the fortune of wondering of my sweating was from an overdose, or just simple pain. After surviving through the night, the next morning I managed to crawl (I literally assumed the fetal position while waiting for the elevator) down to the hotel breakfast and downed a huge bowl of yogurt and some oatmeal. An hour later the pain began to subside. By late evening on the second day, I was back to normal.

I can hear some of you asking "Marshac, why didn't you stop by the hospital?" Well- the closest hospital to where I was staying was UofU- which also happens to be the exact place I want to do my residency. I didn't want there to be any possibility of someone remembering me from this incident down the line. It would have been nice though- a "GI cocktail" would have saved me a lot of pain.

Moral of story- Don't do stupid things.

[Misshalfway]

Moral of story- Don't do stupid things.

But then we wouldn't have great stories to tell, eh?.

BTW....what is the translation of your signature?

[marshac]

BTW....what is the translation of your signature?

The heart has its reasons, which reason does not know. We feel it in a thousand things. It is the heart which experiences God, and not the reason. This, then, is faith: God felt by the heart, not by the reason.

-Blaise Pascal

[Misshalfway]

Really beautiful, Marshac.

I'm getting my money's worth today. I've been entertained....and now I'm touched.

Thank you.

[mnn727]

Long before we met (and long before becoming LDS) my DW entered a jalapeno eating contest at a bar and ate 64 of them in a short period of time - 5 minutes I think.

Since then she has suffered stomach and esophagus issues -- been 30 years now. - but hey she did win the contest. I hate to think of how much we and our insurance have paid because of that contest.

[Backroads]

Long before we met (and long before becoming LDS) my DW entered a jalapeno eating contest at a bar and ate 64 of them in a short period of time - 5 minutes I think.

Are you suggestion that the [spirit of the] WoW might not approve of a jalopeno-eating contest?

[prisonchaplain]

I was sorely tempted to enter our community's fourth of July hotdog eating contest. This was my chance at glory, I thought. Ironically, it was my two youngest daughters who talked me out of it. They said the hotdogs were not healthy, that they were not the good kind, but the disgusting kind, like the $1 ones at the movie theater. They did not want me to be sick, or get fat.

So I declined. The moral of the story marshac...you need some children who care. :-)