Sue got sick at the week-end. She got food poisoning from eating from one of our favourite take-away places, the Chikin & Lib restaurant. We (that is, I) ordered the usual items we get either on Friday or Saturday night, portion of garlic chicken and 2 portions of "pong-lib" which is BBQ coated pork ribs, which taste delicious. I always go down to the shop in person: 1. because I still can't speak enough Korean to get my order across, and 2. I like to pay in advance, so I know how much it will cost me, and not get into an argument at the door with some moped-driver with a crash helmet on. I'd lose. Or at least, hurt my hand.
The meal duly arrived, after the requisite Ship-Oh Poon (15 minutes) and was accompanied by the usual can of coke and packs of pickled radish cubes. It was delicious. We then headed of to bed, and expected the normal heart palpitations and weird dreams which also usually accompanied the MSG rich BBQ sauce. Sue suffered around 4:00am, and was in and out of bed several times, retching and flushing, with me doing little to help, even though I offered to rub her back, as she likes to be alone in these sort of things.
The morning was little different, still retching badly, and being followed by several bouts of having to run to the loo urgently. She spent most of the day on the couch with the duvet for comfort, and the heating turned up full. Shivers and hot/cold flushes were order of the day. This carried on through into Monday, so I decided it best to take the day off and look after her the best way I could. Monday saw gradual impovements, even to the point of a piece of toast being held down, along with a couple of cups of tea. I headed off to the corner shop for bottled water and the veg man to get some makings for a nice home-made vegetable soup. We both had a nice bowl for our dinner. By early evening, all was much better, but she complained her stomach felt it had been in a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson, and lost.
It will be some time before we pluck up courage to go back to our local chikin & lib shop, and if I knew how to curse them out, I would be down there like a flash, but I suspect it would do little good, and just give them an excuse to growl at me each time I walk past the shops.
I was fine, but then there were 2 portions of "libs" and it must have been pot luck who got the dodgy one.
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I’m beginning my third year in Korea, and I’ve never had any food poisoning. Here, I’ve had the fiercest hangovers of the world, I fell seriously ill due to “green bottles restaurants’ Soju” (as opposed to the real Andong soju) consumption, I’ve spent numerous nights sweating and shivering like a dying horse due to doubtful fried chicken, but I’ve never had the real disagreements of your wife. I really hope she gets better! My only advice: Rice, water, rice, water and rice for 3 days straight.
ReplyDeleteWe used to live in China for 2 years before to move here, now that was another story. I actually felt like I was about to die after 3 days of food poisoning due to a Sushi fest. I don’t know why and how I’m still alive, but I’ve never eaten Sushi ever again. (except tuna sashimi, but that’s like meat).
I hope she gets better !
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