Ok, there aren’t any, but I did lose three pounds in twenty-four hours. And I did find myself saying ‘this is great research’ as my body convulsed and I vomited for the fifth time. It’s not often my body is in that much agony and I was fascinated by every facet of the experience. Naturally – as I wished for someone to shoot me – I made all kinds of vows, everything from eating healthier to being a nicer person. I feel better this morning, albeit weak, achy, a bit disoriented, and in constant fear that the next burp will be more than a burp. Still, I’m hoping the worst has passed.
The joys of food poisoning
May 01, 2008
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As Billy Connolly observed, “vomiting makes you bilingual: You can speak Swahili. Gozenga moonga mawawa!”