i went on with my usual activities, till it struck me again just a day later. a honey butter chicken biscuit i consumed innocently on that friday night had other plans.
it lasted for what i thought was two days, the joke was on me. the second i was welcomed by new home, aka my bathroom, it was coming out of my body like an exorcism out not one but both ends- at the same time i might add. sunday morning i was visited with an unpleasant stomach ache accompanied by some nausea. for me, victim number two, it waited to brew inside of me. See More wanted to wake up to a nice cup of joe, but instead, barfed out what he had ate just hours earlier. my friend, or victim number one you might say, was targeted the morning after with a day of feeling sick. Like any other friday night out, we went to there, little did we know our food had some devilish workers ready to infest our stomachs.
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