Impressive. But common error in judgement. Someday, if you're unlucky, I'll tell you the story of my 3 day, bedridden bout of severe food poisoning from the Philly Cheesesteak portable cart on the upper concourse of the East stands of Florida Field at halftime of the FSU game c.a. 1998 or so. The diarrhea didn't hit until about midnight, fortunately, which spared my 3 FSU buddy's the gory details on the return trip to Tally. They were already upset enough from the comeback victory by the mighty Gators in the 4th quarter as the dreary sky suddenly broke a beautiful Orange and Blue, but I digress. Suffice it to say, at this point, the affliction involved 3 days of uncontrollable diarrhea with little to no food and only a spare modicum of liquid to prevent total cardiac arrhythmia due to dehydration preceded by at least 24 hours vomiting and dry heaves. The near death experience included **** the bed from involuntary cramps while SLEEPING!
Unfortunately, or not, the GF had just moved out a couple of weeks before, so I was left to fight this deadly bug alone. Let me just say you haven't lived until you have to poke your prolapsed anal sphincter muscle back inside your rectum with your forefinger....