Ouch!

So I had some kick-ass food poisoning a week ago. Had the same lunch as a few colleagues who spent their weekends fine; and I didn't snack in the noon - it definitely was the dinner.

4 of my shopping mates wanted to have Carl's Junior. I wan't keen since fast food were abundant at work. Agreed to have fries anyway - CJ's Chilli Cheese Beef Fries (only me - rest had burgers). Oh boy. Thinking about it makes me nauseous.

I had half, since the beef was overpowering. Less than an hour later, poof! It's not just diarrhoea - it was jet-streamed-explosive diarrhoea. If I may be disgusting: the whole toilet bowl was filled with my watery shit since it was jet-streamed-explosive. Yes the flush in the mall's toilet works well. Didn't get any on myself. I cleaned up well.

I went about 7 times in 2 hours. Lost count after the 10th time, which was about the 3rd hour. I couldn't fathom how much shit I held in my system - and how much water came out after the shit stopped.

Threw up badly in the 4th hour. Guess what came out? Aww.. Chilli Cheese Beef Fries! Undigested! Ugh. I so wanna puke now.

It smelled bad, my body (err.. tummy?) spasmed, my toilet reeked of puke and food, and I had the unglamourous task of washing it away from the floor (no projectile puke to wall here). Got stuck since the house toilet didn't have a good drainage. Guess who had to clean that up too? Couldn't leave a mess for my sis when she uses the toilet, could I?

Tried to sleep, needed to explode my water out again. Puked a 2nd time of water and mucous (huh?) and some white stuff which I think was supposed to be the anti-diarrhoea pill I took. Was that considered as digested since it was a white mess? Guess I couldn't even stomach medicine.

So that was some kick-ass food poisoning. Ran a fever the next day. Slept 90% of the time. My boyfriend had the cheek to make this sentence: "Huh? Sleep again?" when I wanted to crash after my round of meds on the 2nd night.

Yes well, I had a fever, I lost count of the number of times my butt kissed the toilet bowl, and I puked my guts out twice. Survived on 3 tiny pieces of bread for the 2nd day. Food didn't seem exciting at that point in time. Shit twice more. Meds and food stayed in for the 2nd day.

So I went back to work on Monday, and my colleague suggested I complain to CJ. And then what? They apologise? Or accuse me of false claims? I didn't see a doctor - could barely walk out of my room to the toilet. I had no proof. Or send me some CJ vouchers to make me happy?

Don't think I want to even step foot into CJ for the next few days.. weeks.. years, even! What good will the vouchers do? On hindsight - If there were vouchers, I could have distributed them to make my colleagues happy. I didn't complain, anyway.

Few days ago the boyfriend offered me some cheese bread. Needless to say - the smell nauseates too. I. Am. Anti. Chilli Cheese Beef Fries. Now. And whatever reeks the same.

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