I am sure you are wondering the answer to the age old question: Does fancy food poisoning feel better or worse than developing world food poisoning? Emphatically no. In fact the irony of surviving numerous hotelys, likely uncooked sausage, and the plague only to be taken down by a crab and mango salad eaten on a deck by the ocean with wifi might make it hurt more.
Stomach cramps, nausea, and the need to sprint to the bathroom woke me up at 1 am-ish. I did what I always do: Tell myself, now it was out of me. It was done. It won’t happen again. Ok it happened again, but likely this is limited. It will be gone soon. And again. Everyone knows “travelers’ diarrhea” doesn’t require antibiotics. I can wait this out. Maybe I should set a time limit to start taking the antibiotics. I will just get them out of the bag and put them on the counter. I won’t need them. Ok, here’s the thing you brought them for a reason. What’s the harm? See this is how antibiotic resistance starts and it’s been 30 min. Suck it up. Ok how is stuff still coming out of me?? How am I not empty? 3 Days?!?! Who waits 3 days?? I am unfit for civilization. I should go to breakfast. No I shouldn’t, it’s only 4 am. I should go to sleep. If only that was possible…
You get the point. Spoiler alert: I took the antibiotics 12 hours from the start and was better in a matter of hours.
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