Guided by psychos - see what I mean?

The adventures of a mostly-blind Irish guy in NY, and the well-meaning but obvious nutcases I contantly meet thereof

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Drama! Poison! Poop!

Got a nice case of food poisoning eating my parents' food. They're Irish, they don't believe in the proper storage of food. I remember a few years ago when the freezer failed, they had to throw out 20 year old tomato sauce. And this wasn't something buried in the back and forgotten about.. it was on the freaking door!

So after a few hours, I wound up barfing to the point of actually scaring H a bit. At midnight, she had to go home.. I was feeling a little better, but cold, so I took a shower.

Came out of the shower and all hell broke loose. I had to throw up and go to the bathroom at the same time. And not good poop either.

Hard to believe I've never had dio before.. mmm, frothy jets of liquid feces.

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