name your worst ever.

I know this is blasphemy, but I got it from Fuego in CS, about a week before their salmonella shut down happened. So I think I got salmonella from the eggs. I remember it clearly because I was bedridden during the super bowl when the Broncos got destroyed. Threw up once every twenty minutes for about 12 hours after about a 6 hour incubation.

Other culprits: Braums (burgers) and Krystal (burgers).

What y'all got.

Iraq and Korea.

Best thing was losing a lot of weight.

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Iraq and Korea.

Best thing was losing a lot of weight.

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Base food? Or local food?

Out supporting the local economy.

Edited to add: dfac food is some dang good food.

Not exactly good poisoning per se but contracted norovirus from eatzies... it is worse...WAY WORSE than your standard food poisoning bout. Lasts for days and highly contagious... like have to bleach your entire house contagious.

Freebirds (when the only location was on Northgate in '92/'93. I literally didn't Freebirds for over 5 years because of it.

Lamb stuff. Iraqi cooking. So damn delicious. Consequences were dire though.

Was literally ****ting blood after a while. Like pissing Pinkberry out my butthole. Still had to maintain patrols and raids though. Needed bodies. Didn't help we were one piece assault suits. Even in full panic mode still took a minimum of ~10 seconds to gear down enough to keep from messing yourself. I didn't quite make it on one occasion. Suit was bunched up around ankles and I was doing the chair squat against a wall. Sprayed the collar of my suit. No choice but to hitch it back up. So had to finish the day with a poo soaked collar. One of my worst days ever.

I had the exact same thing happen to me beginning in the 4th quarter against UCLA.

Never. Getting sick is for weak people.

E coli from raw onions in a taco salad. 3 days of living hell.
Lost 18 pounds from digestive track/water.

If your stomach isn't use to it, that will happen. Father-in-law is from Ecuador. He would go visit regularly(1 or 2x a year) until he move to Australia for a few years. When he finally visited Ecuador he thought he got food poisoning at a restaurant, but he shared his dishes with his brother who still lives there and was unaffected. Second time to visit he got sick again. It was a bacterial illness and his stomach wasn't accustomed to some of the food anymore. Now he just stays away from anything with dairy, lamb and guinea pig.

Double Daves pizza rolls circa 2005

Bad pepper crab in Singapore. I had eaten pepper crab there multiple times before then with no issues. But no, the one time it got me was the time I ate some a few hours before boarding a flight from Singapore to Frankfurt. I woke up a few hours into the flight with a sudden realization I had about 20 seconds to get to a bathroom or I was going to barf on a bunch of folks. Thank goodness there was an open bathroom. It is a wonder they let me into Germany because I looked (or at least felt) like I had the ebolas. I've had food poisoning a few times in my life. That was definitely the worst.

Collective case:

We had a port call in Bali. Quite a few of the Marines did not listen to part of the safety brief and went to the McDonalds and got cokes with ice or (even worse) chocolate shakes. Fast forward to being at sea for a day and the ****s hit. I would say 80% of the crew and Marines had them. On an LHA that is close to 2500 people.

Soon there was fighting for seat space and lines forming outside of the heads. Guys would get done and just go get back in line.

The bad thing was the Peleliu was past due for dry dock refits and repairs, including the sewage system. After about a day and a half of the constant runs, the ship could handle no more. Right before evening chow, the whole ship shuddered and belched. Then **** covered Marines came flying out of the head. The venting had failed on the sewage tanks and every crapper exploded at the same time. The whole ship smelled like a Tijuana ****house on a 120 degree day.

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Bad pepper crab in Singapore. I had eaten pepper crab there multiple times before then with no issues. But no, the one time it got me was the time I ate some a few hours before boarding a flight from Singapore to Frankfurt. I woke up a few hours into the flight with a sudden realization I had about 20 seconds to get to a bathroom or I was going to barf on a bunch of folks. Thank goodness there was an open bathroom. It is a wonder they let me into Germany because I looked (or at least felt) like I had the ebolas. I've had food poisoning a few times in my life. That was definitely the worst.

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Reminds me of this old story

Something in my last meal in Rome before flying back to the US. Managed to keep it to three vomits on the flight. Thank god for that aisle seat.

A couple of years ago, we ate at a hole in the wall Tex-Mex joint near my parents' house in Amarillo.

BDUB got sick the very next day, but my intestines of steel were hanging in there.

Well, the next day, we were driving back to Houston. My stomach started churning, and I knew what was a comin'. I laid a 4 ft long turd in Denton, but my stomach was still unhappy. I thought about making myself throw up and get it over with, but didn't. I would come to regret that decision.

So, somewhere between Rhome and Ft. Worth, at 75 mph in a driving rainstorm of 42 degrees, I have about 5 seconds to get a window down. I yell at BDUB to take the wheel. She hesitates and I yell it louder while hitting the window button. The window gets about halfway down and I'm trying to jump out of my seat to get my head out.

Boom goes the dynamite. The blowback at 75 mph is tremendous. Probably half of the initial wave recycles into the truck. At the same time, I'm trying to keep my foot on the gas, maneuver from the left lane to the right shoulder, and also not hit any other cars.

I feel so sorry for those who were behind us.

By the time I get to the shoulder and stopped, I'm dry heaving. Cold rain is pouring on me and into the truck. I finally roll up the window. We are now locked inside a metal box that smells like puke for the next 330+ miles.

Next day at home, I call a local car washer and ask him to come clean my truck. I fully warn him ahead of time what he's getting into, but he accepts the job. The guy did a pretty good job and I tipped him 50% for his bravery.

What cause it? The damned salsa. It is the only thing little TDUB didn't eat out of the meal, and she didn't get sick.

That is my worst ever.

Let me tell about this one time at Ryan's Steakhouse.....

sh*tty (literally) Thai Taste in CS

Never had it. Iron gut.

Nothing, however, can stop a Norovirus. I got that once and spent most of three days sleeping or sitting on the ****ter with a trash can near at hand.

Heard of the dry heaves? There apparently is a dry ****s equivalent. My ass was sore from crapping so much liquid stench.

Walked over the border into Reynosa with some coworkers. Had some awesome cabrito. I don't drink in public, so without thinking, Coke and ice. So take your choice of culprits. Hit me about 8 AM the next morning headed to a meeting. You know that mid-gut sensation of you know something bad is about to happen? Could go up, could go down, or oh sh-- you might get to sit and hold a trash can at the same time. Good times. I always thought dry heaves were the worst, but stomach churning nausea inducing cramping with dry sh---- may be worse.

Texags pheasant hunt in SW Kansas. Pretty sure it was Cancun's. I think 2, maybe 3, of us actually finisce pur lunches. And I believe se both got sick. Woke up the next morning a knew something was up. At the diner that morning, I went ahead and snagged another roll of toilet paper. By 8 AM I was out of to. Nothing like wiping your a-- with corn cobs, frozen wheat, and assorted grasses. We headed back to Texas later that morning. I'm pretty sure I checked out every small town western Oklahoma gas station bathroom along the way (granted 1 or 2 I may have actually improved). You know you are in for good times when you basically chug a bottle of Immodium, and 20 minutes later you are simply shooting flaming black stuff.

I remember getting a case so bad that I threw up every 90 minutes like clockwork.
At one point, I recognized stuff I'd eaten two days prior.
Ruptured tiny vessels in the whites of my eyes. Every muscle in my abdomen and around my back was sore for days afterwards from vomiting.

Buddy of mine dropped by and started an IV on me. Couple of liters of saline sure makes things feel a lot better.

I'm guessing it was from a Taco Bell outside of Kansas City this past Memorial Day. We stopped there on the way to my wife's family's farm in Iowa, and later that night, I began getting stomach pains that have only been topped by a kidney stone. Blowing it out of both ends for about 3 days straight along with the pains. I finally started feeling somewhat better the day I was set to fly home (wife stayed for an extra week), but still didn't want any food. When it was all over, I was down over 10lbs and I haven't touched a Taco Bell since. I made a joke a few weeks ago when my wife asked what I wanted for lunch and I said "Taco Bell," and our 4 year old said "Taco Bell makes daddy's tummy hurt."

No where near y'all. Worst I've ever had was just sleeping on the floor of the bathroom so I didn't have to run very far to get to the bano.

Ended up bribing some people to cover my server shifts the next day because I was so weak from losing everything. Biggest thing I remember is how could I was. I normally don't wear a jacket until it's in the 40s outside. And that day I had a jacket on, under the covers, and I was still shaking.

That day in Hong Kong... We picked our dinner from the aquarium.... It was prepared.... 45 minutes into the meal as a celebration of the end of the project, the warning came. As I made my way to the bathroom, it was awful when I discovered there were "hole in the floor" toilets. Talk about misery..... Spent the rest of the evening in the bathroom at the restaurant and praying in a taxi to make it back to the hotel before round 2.

The Best Wurst in Austin. Ate one of their brats around 10 pm, and was puking non stop at 3 am. Cold sweats, puking up bile, diarrhea, looking pale. Terrible.

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sh*tty (literally) Thai Taste in CS

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I miss Thai Taste

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Heard of the dry heaves? There apparently is a dry ****s equivalent.

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Been there.

Buddy and I ate at Kim Son's in downtown Houston prior to a night of bar hopping.

Only had one bathroom in those days.

Terrible night for both of us tag teaming the toilet.

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E coli from raw onions in a taco salad. 3 days of living hell.
Lost 18 pounds from digestive track/water.

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How do you know it was from the onions? Did you check them under a microscope?

Papa John's Chipotle BBQ Wings

Reheated BBQ/beans while on an internship. We were staying on site and I finished lunch and went to get up to go back to work and my stomach flipped over and looked at my boss and told him I didn't know which end it was going to come out but I'd let him know once I could go back on shift. Sat on shtter and projo vommed into the bathtub across from me in our camper from noon until late in the afternoon. Stripped down and turned on the shower to start rinsing the nasty out of it. Grabbed some saltines and a bottle of water to try and get something down. While showering they made the quickest trip through my digestive tract that would make Nipa Hot proud.

India. Never forget and I did rebuild.

McDonald's spicy chicken sandwich
Buffalo Wild Wings
Local BBQ joint (ate chopped beef late on a Sunday evening)

The last two had me going from both ends at the same time for about 12 hours.