Food poisoning, 2nd New Year's Eve in a row (yet another MT thread featuring toilets)
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Food poisoning, 2nd New Year's Eve in a row (yet another MT thread featuring toilets)
So last year I had dinner in an expensive San Francisco restaurant, where I had Ahi Tuna. By midnight I was super queasy, and almost threw up. Had to go back to our hotel to try and sleep it off. So it was a mild case.
This year.....
Playa del Carmen, Mexico, a pricey multi-course dinner at a fancy sushi fusion place. The appetizer, beef carpaccio, was served at 9:30 PM. By 11 PM, my stomach was turning cartwheels. At 11:40 PM, I had to run to the toilet. I damn nearly greeted the New Year with a bang, a brown bang. 5 minutes to midnight I came out to celebrate, then promptly went back in.
Needless to say I had to go back to our rented condo (wife was disappointed of course). When we got there, it had inexplicably lost all water pressure. Solution: fetch water from swimming pool to fill toilet tank. 6 times.
By 2 AM it was apparent that it was not gonna go away anytime soon, and I had to find some Imodium, especially since my return flight was at 8 AM.
So I drove around the city to find a 24/7 pharmacy. In my broken Spanish I explain my dire need for Imodium. I open my wallet... empty. So I gave him my VISA card... no dice. Around again I drove to find another pharmacy.
I ended up taking 5 Imodia by 5 AM. Time to drive to the airport 45 minutes away. Could I make it? Could I hold it long enough to walk onto the plane until the seatbelt sign is turned off? Or would I have to suddenly run to the toilet during takeoff, make a mess and get myself arrested for a (brown) bomb?
Halfway through the drive I felt a powerful urge, and I started looking at the bushes at the side of the road, but somehow I kept it in.
By the time I got to the airport I was almost too weak to stand. I was pretty dehydrated and didn't dare drink water lest it make my lower intestines force the issue. The wife was on a different flight, so I had to request the check-in clerk in a weak breathless voice that I be put at the front of the line and be given a seat near the toilet...
In the end, during the course of the flight I recovered most of the way and the Imodium worked miracles... at one point when I woke up on the flight, the flight attendant remarked "hey I can see your tan now".
I'm just thankful that it didn't turn out worse...
This year.....
Playa del Carmen, Mexico, a pricey multi-course dinner at a fancy sushi fusion place. The appetizer, beef carpaccio, was served at 9:30 PM. By 11 PM, my stomach was turning cartwheels. At 11:40 PM, I had to run to the toilet. I damn nearly greeted the New Year with a bang, a brown bang. 5 minutes to midnight I came out to celebrate, then promptly went back in.
Needless to say I had to go back to our rented condo (wife was disappointed of course). When we got there, it had inexplicably lost all water pressure. Solution: fetch water from swimming pool to fill toilet tank. 6 times.
By 2 AM it was apparent that it was not gonna go away anytime soon, and I had to find some Imodium, especially since my return flight was at 8 AM.
So I drove around the city to find a 24/7 pharmacy. In my broken Spanish I explain my dire need for Imodium. I open my wallet... empty. So I gave him my VISA card... no dice. Around again I drove to find another pharmacy.
I ended up taking 5 Imodia by 5 AM. Time to drive to the airport 45 minutes away. Could I make it? Could I hold it long enough to walk onto the plane until the seatbelt sign is turned off? Or would I have to suddenly run to the toilet during takeoff, make a mess and get myself arrested for a (brown) bomb?
Halfway through the drive I felt a powerful urge, and I started looking at the bushes at the side of the road, but somehow I kept it in.
By the time I got to the airport I was almost too weak to stand. I was pretty dehydrated and didn't dare drink water lest it make my lower intestines force the issue. The wife was on a different flight, so I had to request the check-in clerk in a weak breathless voice that I be put at the front of the line and be given a seat near the toilet...
In the end, during the course of the flight I recovered most of the way and the Imodium worked miracles... at one point when I woke up on the flight, the flight attendant remarked "hey I can see your tan now".
I'm just thankful that it didn't turn out worse...
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Hmm, must be the year of the toilet.
I was at my mom's place, fifteen to midnight, the sewer line between the house and street apparently had enough. Tub and commode completely full. At least it didn't overflow onto the floor.
Glad to hear yours turned out okay. BTW, mebbe you should forgo the fancy foods on NYE.
I was at my mom's place, fifteen to midnight, the sewer line between the house and street apparently had enough. Tub and commode completely full. At least it didn't overflow onto the floor.
Glad to hear yours turned out okay. BTW, mebbe you should forgo the fancy foods on NYE.
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I had food poisoning last week, Thursday night it hit me out of nowhere like a freight train around 11:30 pm. Puke gushing out like a fire hydrant, massive diarrhea. Every 45 minutes I had to puke and ****, so trying to get any sleep was futile. And when that 45 minutes rolled around I never knew which I had to do worse. What if I'm on the crapper and simultaneously have to puke? What if I'm praying to the porcelain god and my ******* suddenly explodes? Quite the dilemma. By 3 am there were no traces of anything solid or even chunky coming out, just liquid. Evidently it is possible to urinate out of one's *******. By 10 am it was all over and I could begin the process of rehydration. Good thing we recently had a kid, or else we wouldn't have had Pedialyte in the house. That stuff worked pretty well.
Still don't know for certain what caused it. I hadn't eaten at any restaurants or had anything out of the ordinary at home, but I usually bring a deli sandwich in my lunch and for the couple days before I had been having ham & swiss. Processed pork products are very rarely contaminated with listeria so that was our best guess.
Still don't know for certain what caused it. I hadn't eaten at any restaurants or had anything out of the ordinary at home, but I usually bring a deli sandwich in my lunch and for the couple days before I had been having ham & swiss. Processed pork products are very rarely contaminated with listeria so that was our best guess.
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My worst ever was in Vietnam. Wife and I went on a vacation and it was great but!!!. We were in the Mekong Delta. Ate a lot of wierd ****. We stayed at this place on the Mekong where you slept outside under a roof. You had a mosquito net over you. I caught the ***** bad and they had outside toilets that flushed directly into the Mekong.
I saw the wierdest critters while I was shitting my guts out all night. Lizards bugs. Luckily I got over it the next day. Hope I made your day
I saw the wierdest critters while I was shitting my guts out all night. Lizards bugs. Luckily I got over it the next day. Hope I made your day
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I've traveled to 30+ countries and take little care in what I eat. I always eat the local food. The only other time I got sick was from a tuna sandwich in Shenzen China while on a biz trip, just before getting on the ferry for the HK airport for my return flight. Good thing I started feeling it *after* I landed. The next day I was doubled over in pain and ended up in the ER....
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I had to puke and ****, so trying to get any sleep was futile. And when that 45 minutes rolled around I never knew which I had to do worse. What if I'm on the crapper and simultaneously have to puke? What if I'm praying to the porcelain god and my ******* suddenly explodes? Quite the dilemma.
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