My trip to work totally wore me out. The thought of food makes me feel ill. Plus I have hunger pangs. Talk about a dilemma...

My first and last experience with food poisoning was over ten years ago. I consumed some dodgy soul food and it didn't hit me until the following evening. I was on a first date where we decided a home-cooked meal would suffice. All throughout the preparation of the meal I was feeling queasy and lightheaded. By the time we finished cooking I was sweating bullets. Not one morsel of food on my plate was touched. We retired super-early and by the time my head hit the pillow everything, and I mean everything was poised to shoot out of both ends.

I ran to the bathroom which is where I stayed all night long. All. Night. Long. It was hell. Shitting, puking, shitting, puking, shitting, puking, ad nauseum. The worst night of my life.

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WRONG. Within a few hours of driving home, I started to feel nauseous. A few hours after that, I was sitting on the toilet, convulsing and sobbing and spontaneously shitting and puking. I had to use the garbage can as my puke receptacle because the the force of hurling would trigger a sudden burst of crap to stream forth from the depths of my bowels. This went on periodically for a few hours, at which point I finally collapsed into fetal position and eventually fell asleep/passed out on the bathroom floor.

Oh, I know what this is like. What an awful feeling!


I called in sick to work when I got food poisoning from eating fish & chips once. My boss asked me the name of the offending restaurant and I said "A Salt & Battery." He said, "wow, they don't pull any punches with the name, do they?"

SHouldn't the subject of this thread read "I has a food poisoning?"

"Meat ends and pieces" from the grocery store. Three days of cold sweats, fever and sleep deprivation induced hallucination. Unable to lie down for any longer than ten minutes at a time from the room spinning in the opposite direction of my mid section then crawling to the bathroom , painting the toilet with my ass and puking in the shower or simply straining both ends when there was nothing left to give, couldn't hold down water for more than few minutes, every joint felt broken hurt, my head weighed 40 pounds and perpetually beating purple rhythms, the dry tears , the fear of death, my only solace the cold shit and vomit speckled tile upon my face as I embraced the toilet like mothers arms.

the worst is when you puke everything out and keep throwing up even though there's nothing left. and you get that bright green stuff coming out in little squirts when you retch

i second eating crackers, that helped me a lot.

Mat...I still want to plan dinner with you, Dave, Anya, etc once I get back from Albuquerque (before I have to go back to school).

Hopefully, you will not be fucked when I get back.

I think I talked to some lady named Michelle (RE: The Hideout). It was a long time ago. I'll bet I still have the email in my Minotaur029@yahoo.com account (that's my email...yep...use it wisely).

I've been going steadily downhill ever since i got to work. My manager looked at me and said I "looked like shit." So, I'm heading home around noon and working from there.

The colloquial Southern term for this is "a case of the jump up and turnarounds."

I have had it several times, as I am a culinary spelunker and like to travel in Central America.

I have had it twice at Christmas, which is why you will sometimes hear me say "And then I threw up like it was Christmas." It's partly that I have spent two Yules sitting on the toilet with a bucket in my lap and partly that sometimes when one throws up it's just ABUNDANT... reminds me of Christmas morning, in that stuff just keeps coming...

Oh, hell, I just remembered a New Years trip I had to cancel because I was similarly incapacitated. Weird. Must just be me and the holidays. Stress, y'know.

the worst I ever had it I ate a nice big burger on garlic bread at the house, which lead to horrible violent illness for 4 days.
I flopped around sweating and shaking, wishing I would just die, convulsive dry heaves and fountains of diarrhea.
They had to put me in the hospital overnight, I blacked out and woke up in a hospital bed.
When it was all said and done, the doctor told me his tests told him that I had somehow ingested some fecal matter.
There was shit in the burger meat I bought from the Polish deli.
Shit. In the meat they sold me. Poop. And I ate some.
Thanks for almost killing me, you fucking Polish bastards.