I don't know if was that quesillo I bought from the vendor next to the grocery store or the stewed beans that were graciously given to me by the Tamarindo mothers, but I guess I can finally say that I have experienced food poisoning. And it was as every bit unpleasant as I had imagined food poisoning would be.
Definitely not happy fun times.
The food poisoning gods did not bestow upon me the gift of explosive diarrhea.... although I don't know if I got the better end of the bargain, because I had the WORSE nausea I've ever experienced in my life. All night I felt like constantly vomiting, even though I had no food left to vomit. I also had a fever, but it was honestly a mild annoyance in comparison to the horrendous nausea. Thankfully, it passed after 12 hours, and I'm feeling much better now.
I still can't think about stewed beans without feeling like retching, though...not sure if I'll ever enjoy stewed beans again!
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Sorry to hear about your illness.
I guess you could consider it to be an initiation. Hey, I left you an comment on harassment. It's in your "Painting Nails" blog. I know, wrong blog for the comment. Hope you continue to do better! Buena Salud,
Paul