On Monday evening, my family ordered some takeout barbeque from the local joint here in town. Everything was delicious and I went to bed that night feeling just fine.

But I awoke around 1 a.m. to a twisting feeling in my stomach. Before long I was keeled over my bathroom toilet, puking my guts out. I wasn’t able to sleep at all, as I always felt I was moments away from hurling again.

The upchucking eventually subsided by sunrise, but I was left battling a ping-pong game of sweaty overheating and teeth-chattering cold shivers. All of this continued in between bouts of near-total unconsciousness as I could barely get myself out of bed for more than five or ten minutes at a time.

And when I was able to get on my feet, every muscle in my body ached and it took a herculean effort to put one foot in front of the other in a feeble attempt of movement that looked something like walking. It was as if I’d suddenly aged 40 years and needed a walker.

Food poisoning is a bitch. It was worse than I ever felt when I had Covid a year ago. Way worse.

It wasn’t until after 6 p.m. that I could finally start putting solid foods in my stomach. Amazingly, I was nearly back to “normal” by bedtime.

As quickly as the food poisoning came on, it left. And the next morning, I woke up hungry and ready to attack the day as if nothing had happened. It was a 24-hour experience that I don’t wish upon anyone!

This horrible experience got me thinking…

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