had it from some bad shrimp 20 years ago. I wasn’t afraid of dying, I was afraid of living.
Yeah, it blows.
That’s how I felt the last time I caught a bad case of norovirus. Symptoms are about the same, too.
Flying from Singapore to Manila on Philippines airlines, I made the mistake of ordering low sodium meal. They served me a dish of prawns. An hour later I started feeling weird and went to the tiny rest room in plane thinking I might throw up. Next thing I found myself sitting on the floor of the restroom. I had passed out and fallen down. Thank goodness for the t. iny restroom, there was not enough room to fall and hit head on something. I got up and slowly made my way back to seat. In Manila I had to retrieve my checked bag and go through customs to catch next flight to San Fran. It was an ordeal for sure. By the time plane landed in San Fran I had thankfully recovered.
Same with my brother in the early 1990’s. Bad oysters in one of the famous, at the time, seafood restaurants in San Francisco.
The manager tried to pay off my brother and sister to not go to the hospital or report it to authorities. My sister called 911 anyway. That day the city banned the selling of seafood harvested in the bay until the toxins went away, and closed that restaurant for a week.
A woman I worked with got bad oysters in SF in 1988, and became allergic to shell food and the entire nightshade family of foods. It really sucked for her to be allergic to tomatoes and potatoes.
“I wasn’t afraid of dying, I was afraid of living.”
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“I wasn’t afraid of dying, I was afraid of living.”
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