Imagine the title dripping so much sarcasm over your screens that you’ll have to replace them. No, really, do that. And then add another two or three gallons of it.
I’d organised a Pathfinder session for Saturday (probably the second-most awesome iteration of the D&D ruleset), which I was particularly stoked about because I’d finally get to play my early-entry Mystic Theurge (the penultimate satisfaction of my spellcaster fetish).
One of my friends suggested that we also have a barbecue, since it promised to be a nice day and all. P&P and Barbecue? Count me in 😉
Turns out I should’ve stayed away. Or at least not partaken of the Barbecue. I don’t know which item it was which caused it, but I came down with an acute case of food poisoning which ruined the rest of the evening for everyone involved (and our GM wasn’t exactly feeling very swell, either). By the time I got home, I could barely walk straight.
By midnight, I’d dropped two kilogram by means which I am not going to describe here. Use your imagination. By ten o’clock in the morning, I’d dropped a good total of five kilogram. I’ve developed a fever and a monstrous headache that gets only worse if I close my eyes. You heard that right. I can’t even close my eyes without pain. Can’t keep them fully open, either, I have to keep them half-open or it’s just pain.
It took me a good half-hour just to write this little post. And I’d been planning to write all day, today, as I didn’t have any other commitments.
Welcome to the wonderful World of Food Poisoning I guess.
If there’s any lesson that can be learned of this, I guess, is that you shouldn’t eat sausages or steaks which you or a butcher you trust prepared themselves. Way more expensive, perhaps, but ultimately way less painful.
Oh God does this hurt. I can’t even feel my legs properly.
Stay the hell away from supermarket meat products. Seriously.