Eat first, die later

The B family got hit by food poisoning!

Friday 2am:
First, Suzanne. Took her to the 24hour clinic. The moment I passed the receptionist her medi-insurance card, Suzanne puked! Uuurrrwehhhh! Splattt! Over my left shoulder lagi as I was carrying her. I then rushed her to the clinic's toilet at the back. Uuuurrr! Splattt! Uuuarrrgghh! Splatt! Splattt! All the way to the toilet, there was a trail of white stuff, just like in Hansel and Gretel's story. Reached the toilet, more uuurrrwehh! And poor girl was crying in between. Cleaned her up as much as I could and then saw the doctor. Funny thing was when I wanted to carry her to the car, she said "daddy chau chau (smelly)" and closed her nose! Can you imagine that?

Saturday 3am
Next was Mrs B. She was writhing on the bed like someone in labour. Poor Mrs B. Had to visit the toilet a few times. She felt better in the morning but was still tired.

Saturday 8pm
Mine was definitely a delayed effect. By now, Mrs B was much better compared to 8 hours earlier but still weak. As for me, the nightmare has just begun. When to the toilet a few times. A few instances I felt like fainting too. Then at 9.30pm, felt like puking. Rushed to the toilet bowl but just as I was a feet away... UUUrrrrgghhhh! Right on target. My goodness! Great shot! One feet away! Fuiyouh. More puke followed. Then I slumped on the toilet floor... exhausted, and smelly! Took the toilet bib and washed out the remaining puke on my face, hands and neck. Washed up the place too.

That night, I couldn't sleep well. There was pain all over my body, a sensation I felt before. I knew I was dehydrated, but just couldn't get the energy to rise up. And I didn't want to wake up Mrs B coz I know she was very tired too. I literally dragged and crawled downstairs to make a cuppa of rehydaration salt. Mmmm, orange flavoured. Slept on the couch that night.

Glad to report that the B family is better now, but still a bit tired from the food poisoning ordeal.

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On another note, I am @#$%@$ off to say that there's no internet access to my office since Friday 22nd! I am now posting this in an internet cafe, with teenagers playing network games shouting across giving instructions, and hearing all the profanities that I have not heard of for a long long time. Man, teenagers sure are imaginative in their explitives.

Therefore, a thousand apologies (taking a leaf from Mr Brown of Mind Your Language) for not posting and replying to comments. BTW, I can't reply to comments or to comment on many blogs coz this cafe's IP has been barred! @#$%#%&!

Belacan says.... "must learn the skill of Iron Stomach from DrLiew"