Man, I'll count myself lucky that I haven't had food poisoning yet. It does not sound fun at all.

Yeah, my buddy's had it a few times. Once, so bad he had to take a suppository. I almost never wanted to eat food after hearing about that.

The first time was when I was working fast food, the coolers had gone off overnight and my manager had myself and one other guy cook and taste a patty out of each box to see if they were still good... the blood running off was black, when you're 16 and don't know any better, you figure your employer's never going to steer you wrong. I got off "easy" with a 16 hour marathon on the throne. The other guy spent 3 days out of commission, actually slept on the pot in his family's guest bathroom with his head propped over the tub with a pillow.

The second time my brother made some spaghetti sauce with some iffy ground beef... wouldn't have been so bad, but it hit me while I was on a bus making sure my GF at the time got home safe. One ring of muscle versus the Hoover Dam... and the muscle won.

Bren R.

Well John, If I hadn't already sworn off hunting, your story would've made the decision an easy one. So sorry you had to go through all that. Hope the antibiotics solve the problem and your recovery is swift and complete.

>>Bad show indeed, John! Now, who was responsible for the ham?

Not me. I was responsible for tent, 4x4 and whiskey. In fairness, Rob has a much better "instinct" for smoking and bbq-ing than I do, and was the one who introduced us to smokers. The only mistake was not using a thermometer to confirm internal temperature.

The antibiotics seem to be working, keeping fingers crossed for another few days. It is nice to be able to sleep for a change though...

As someone who has spent time suffering from sickness and not being able to head home because I wasn't well enough to paddle in the challenging winds, I feel for ya. I didn't have the skin related side effects and my friends were experienced outdoorsmen who made sure I was as comfortable as I could be, but my memories share your pain.

Although we didn't use it, a portable VHF radio is your friend.

Geez, that would be even worse... you paddle until you're exhausted, then gently drift back to where you started. I can't think of many things more depressing than that...

Sorry to hear about your ordeal John. Glad to hear you are recovering.