Oysters (or, Mr. Bean, Indirectly) Got Me Hospitalized

Well, a little update: I got admitted to the hospital for food poisoning last Sunday, and it was the worst experience ever.

Just so you know, this was how I ended up there in the first place:

I went to an early Christmas lunch celebration on Saturday. Everything was great—the food tasted amazing, and the Christmas decorations were everything I hoped for and more. I also got to try fresh, delicious oysters (or so I thought).

While eating them, I excitedly remembered an old Mr. Bean scene where he got sick after eating spoiled oysters. Mr. Bean was one of my favorite movies to watch as a kid, and some of his scenes have just always lived in my mind rent-free. I had always wanted to eat oysters because of him.

But that was all fun and games (only) in my head, because the truth was… not like that. That reminder turned out to be a foreshadowing of what would happen to me the next day.

So I woke up at 4 a.m. on Sunday and got diarrhea. It went on for about three hours, with vomiting as a side quest. My body felt weak. I was dehydrated. And my stomach still hurt terribly even after all that “waste disposal”!

Predicting that I had gotten food poisoning, my sister told me to go to the hospital since it wasn’t something that would go away without proper care. With a push from my mom and boyfriend, I finally went and got admitted.

It wasn’t a walk in the park, obviously (and dealing with the hospital administration documents gave me a total headache). I also had a fever that night, and my whole body ached.

Thankfully, I’m feeling much better now (hence why I can update this blog today). But I still need to eat clean and stay away from milk and fruit to prevent another episode of non-stop diarrhea.

So… oysters? No, no. Thank you. I’m traumatized.

P.S. Huge thanks to my sister and boyfriend for taking turns staying with me at the hospital so I wasn’t alone. Without them, my food poisoning experience would’ve been even suckier. Not that it didn’t suck enough already, but you get my point.

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