Food poisoning?
Holy crap, man. I think my little "no meat on Fridays" deal is going to kill me. I ordered pan-seared tuna on Friday night at Copeland's, since there really wasn't much else I wanted that wasn't chock full 'o meat. I ate half of it, it was actually quite good, and then I saved the rest to bring home.
They brought me the leftovers in the typical little restaurant take-away styrofoam tray. Pretty typical. They even took the time to write the date on the top (3/31/06)... But then they wrote "Copeland's" real big on the middle. Um, why? Do they get people who eat pan-seared tuna out so often that they need a reminder that distinguishes which place they got it from? And really, why put the year on there, too? It's not like that pan-seared tuna is going to be waiting for me in 2007. This isn't my mom's fridge, after all!
But while I'm on the subject of expired food... I never eat seafood. I'm not used to having fish in my fridge, so I really have no idea how fast it goes bad. As you know, I had a busy weekend, and I didn't eat any meals at home the entire time, so there was no instance to have had that tuna until tonight. Which probably explains why my stomach decided to tie itself in a perfect square knot when I laid down to go to bed. I am not feeling good. AT ALL. Those who know me know that I HATE throwing up, despite the fact that I've done it on the sidewalk outside of bars, and with a sense of pride, no less. But man, I am trying not to throw up right now. So I'm typing a post for you. That has nothing to do with a certain movie which shall go unnamed. Here's hoping I don't need a new keyboard in the morning.
So here's my question... Is my stomach just not used to fish and hating it or did that go bad after 3 days in my fridge? Why am I typing with the trash can near me? Dammit, I need sleep. This is not helping, especially with that time change thing...
PS: Sidebars have been updated a little bit.
posted by Maki @ 1:12 AM
52 comments
52 Comments:
Food Poisoning is a fantastic diet aid. Which Copeland's did you say you went to? I got very sick after eating there once. Southside. I won't go into details, but let's just say I would have been lucky to be throwing up. You're welcome.
Hand meet throat.
Throat meet hand.
Okay, let's dance....
Vomiting sucks - on Saturday, I came inside from mowing lawn in disgusting heat, thought I was about to cough and ended up puking out ALL of the water I had just drank during the course of mowing the lawn.
Josh - I'm gonna go with the fact that the food from Copeland's soured between Friday night and Sunday night, even though you went straight home after Copeland's.
Hey, I feel ya on this one. I think if the fish was bad already, you would have known it. It should have tasted similiar to the first time you ate it. Maybe you were experiencing the same thing I had the other night.
I'm feeling better now, other than the lack of sleep.
This is why I don't eat fish.
Man, this is why you ask.
Hey Matt, should I eat this old, rare tuna from Friday?
No.
NOW FUCKING TAKE IT OFF!
Does everyone's mom have a jam-packed fridge? I visited home at one point last year and cleaned it out. Considering my fridge has a ton of condiments and a box of wine, a FULL one confuses me. Now I know why.
It's sort of like carbon dating. The things in the back of the shelves have manged to be pushed deeper and deeper with every grocery shopping trip. I found a little glass jar of capers, and I was like, "Hey Mom, what are capers and when did you use them?"
She was like, "Oh, remember when we decided not to go to dinner and I had to follow that complicated recipe for your birthday awhile back?"
"Awhile back? That was my last year in Rochester, so it was my TWENTY FOURTH birthday." I am turning 28 in May.
And when sour cream and yogurt go bad, I generally throw them away. I think as soon as a woman gives birth, they refuse to waste things. So, instead of disposing of things they will never eat, they just replace them and let them stay on the shelf. I saw expiration dates that brought back memories of fifth grade. Yum.
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!
(that was a scream... of anguish)
I HATE food poisoning.
(btw, NEVER eat at Arby's)
Although it is possible you had a minor tummy ache/food poisoning bout, you would know if it was bad food poisoning. Trust me.
My mom put it best when she said, "It comes out both ends".
(try spending 8 hours in the hospital... by the time I got there, they had to wheel my arse around in a wheelchair!)
Seafood is gross anyway. Unless they are fish sticks... with ketchup.
Mark:
1. The toothbrush works better than the hand. : )
2. I threw up water on my front stairs last summer after being at the pool. Heat exhaustion sucks.
Girlies:
Try the Tracy diet (shameless plug)... eat only meat, chocolate, and ice cream and you too can look just like a super model!
; )
First, I can't get over that you actually ate something out of the seafood category, and Secondly I can't believe you ate that fish after 3 days. You have truly lost your mind!
Mmmm... I luuuurve carbs. I think I would die without them...
Someday I'm gonna be that fat lady that can't get outta bed... the one that the fire department comes and knocks down the wall of my house so they can get my rotting corpse away from the 52 cats that are niblling on my toes.
Ew.
Did I just type that?
Tracy, do you just loving telling your puking-on-the-stairs story or what???
I love carbs too. Give me some bagels, cheese, and sugar, and I'm set.
Oh shite... I wrote a long response to Katie and blogspot ate it. Dammit.
It isn't that I enjoy telling the story... it is just that it keeps being relevant.
Maybe Fate wants me to warn people of the dangers of being too nice. Yes, too NICE. Because if I had just been rude to weirdo dude hitting on me at the pool, I woulda been back in my nice cool apartment... rather than ralphing on said stairs. I suppose I should be grateful that water was all I had in my tummy.
I appreciate you talking to me anyway, Tracy.
I puked on the stairs once. We were playing beer pong my freshman year of college, but had no beer. So we put kool aid mix in all the liquor we had. A nice combination of triple sec, rum, and tequila. It was hot pink and I will never forget it.
Maki = weirdo dude... but not the one who made me stay at the pool too long so as not to be rude.
L: Koolaid and liquor is awesome... but definitely dangerous. I puked koolaid and vodka. Not on the stairs... but on the curb outside the bar. It was also the only time in my ENTIRE life that I also puked the next morning after attempting to eat half a half a bagel.
Tequila... I won't go there : )
Beer Pong RULES!!!
ps. I'm afraid to comment on your blog because I know I won't live up to your funny...
Remind me not to invite you two out for margaritas...
*gag*
See ... karma is a BITCH! That's what you get for yelling at me yesterday. Who's laughing now?
I should feel a little bad that you got sick, what with me being the one who told you to eat it.
You may now continue your fish-free eating habits. Your loss.
(PS- I couldn't have planned that, even if I wanted to. I wouldn't wish food poisoning on my worst enemy, much less you, Maki.)
Maki yelled at you??? Want me to punch him in the head?
(I realize this is making me look violent... but really I'm not... Maki knows the story...)
She had headphones on! It was the only way! There was no time!
Please don't punch me in the head, new birthday picture girl.
tracy:
Only if he likes it like that!
My recent run-in with a margarita was very unexpected. I didn't upchuck the boogie, but was packing a fierce buzz. And this resulted in something else unexpected once I got home. *wink*
Margaritas tonight, yes? Stephen is planning on it. Though there is the dilemma of getting home ...
I love you, tequila.
Oh good picture, and I totally see Lisa Kudrow! Maybe when I get to Jax, we should all just save ourselves some time and not fight the inevitable. We will have a "tequila and old fish" party, while sitting on some stairs that are near a curb.
Kindness will be rewarded; evil will be punished.
We're even now. Next time, iChat me for Christ's sake. All yellin' at me an' shit. What gives?
There's always time to be nice.
I've not logged in to MySpace from work at all today.
Blogspot seems to be where all the action is anyway!
Y'know, that does explain why I haven't had any myspace comments lately...
I almost logged in when I read that... I even opened up an IE window and put my cursor in the address field. Then I stopped myself. I can break the habit. I can!
Not that I want to stop logging in there... I just want to prove that I can go one day at work without doing so.
I'll be back on tomorrow : )
I'm with you guys on this. I did check my myspace a couple of times, but I logged out within a minute, I swear.
I am REALLY into blogger today. I want to bend it over and make it my bitch.
i know its none of my business,
and nobody wants to talk to old people,
plus its been real fun reading about
everyone's barfing-liquid-on-the stairs stories,
but i'm getting that it was heat stroke mr Maki
not fish stroke, even tho you do have to
be insane to eat fish that is more than
5 minutes old....i did some detective
work (Holly made me curious!) and it says
here, that you fried yourself by the pool
just one little day before your near
puking episode....heat stroke...!
(aww, maybe it was the tuna...)
my sister once heaved about 20 minutes
after eating this designer tuna in some
way fancy restaurant...i think the tuna
was called Maki....! is that possible???
If Maki is a synonym for tuna, then I have a new mean name to call slutty girls.
Main Entry: maki
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: a Japanese dish of sushi and raw vegetables wrapped in a seaweed sheet; also called maki sushi
Example: California Roll is an especially popular type of maki.
Etymology: short for maki zushi
Usage: cooking
Ha ha ha!!!
Adjective: That girl was hot, but a little too maki "down there".
Noun: I begged him to touch my maki, but it was only our second date.
As always, we can count on Lindsay to turn my name into slang for a girl with poor upkeep downstairs.
Also known as "downkeep".
I say the unabridged version rolls off the tongue better.
OK, I have officially hit sensory overload.
"poor upkeep downstairs"
You mean her "business??"
Nasty business.
Ok, this is something that's been bugging me since last night's discussion. Why is it that women have "business" and men have "junk"? I mean, really. One is all proper and cordial and wearing pantsuits and such while the other is just another word for smelly trash. Which isn't always how it goes, now is it?
This bothers me, especially since my blog name pretty much says, "here's more of Maki's Junk." And I don't even do that Half Nekkid Thursday thing...
I learned the hard way last night to not read comments while drinking soda.
Maybe I shouldn't read the comments when I am at work either. I was smirking profusely at "downkeep" when the phone rang... my first thought was "please please Tracy... don't lose it. don't laugh in the middle of saying "National Park Service. This is Tracy. May I help you?" because that would be bad. So don't do it."
And I didn't... but only because the person hung up before I got two words out. Otherwise... I woulda laughed. And how would I explain why I laughed to my superintendent??
AWWWW SHITE!
I am currently covering my mouth with fits of laughter!
MORE JUNK FROM MAKI!!!!
AH HA HA HA HA...
Just for kicks, let's talk about starting an All-Naked Wednesday.
You know Matt's all over that.
TNF!!
Totally-Nekkid Friday...
it makes HNT into foreplay!
Bout fucking time you fools got back around to talking about me.
Anyhow, here's what I'm thinking for Maki's junk: He's all kind of a graphic artist, so what he should present is a 52piece series on his wang. Each week, Maki releases a photo of a portion of his wang and double speed bag.
At the end of the 52 weeks, we can put the pictures together jigsaw style so all the completeists out there can have a wall-sized version of Maki's sock puppet of joy.
That's the best idea I have. Don't know what I can do to top it.
Matty, how about stop thinking about my junk, for starters.
I knew there was a reason I liked Fridays...
I don't think I can post TN...
I mean, as it is I can't tell my sister about my blog... she would be horrified.
Of course, as long as she's not reading it... what does it matter if I post TN?
Nah... I don't want weirdos posting comments on my page. Just you weirdos.
Matt, Matt, Matt...
(wanted to make sure you felt like this was about you)
OOOH! I love it. Or maybe each week you post a full-on peenee photograph of a particular color value as a series, and when finally hung together (ha ha, hung), they form one of those weird art poster things that you have to stare at before you can see the 3-D image. Let it be named, "Maki's Junk".
I'm kinda partial to "Maki and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Penis" but then again, I always did have a flair for the pretentious in my titles.
Tracy, I think pointing your sister to Matt's address might be a lot worse for her mental health.
I guess I figure once she is pointed in my direction, she could mosey around and eventually find herself on Matt's page. I mean, there IS a link to it on mine... and then I would be associated. And my sister's virgin eyes would be tainted.
And her betrothed wouldn't have the honor of being the one to do that on their wedding night (February 17 baby!).
Which reminds me... I was told I have to try on another dress and that means I get to torture Jeremy again : )
I'd suggest you tell her to avoid the fat kid car seat comments, then. Just a hunch. And Jeremy would probably be able to give a much more objective opinion than I would on the dresses. Just a hunch there, too.
Um, thanks for the update on the shaving thing, Melis. Really.
I know this happened like 20 comments ago, but I was actually out doing stuff for a while.
Men can have "business" too, but it is ONLY men who have "junk." Business = any genitalia grouping while junk = male genitalia.
Get down to business.
Risky business.
Business meeting.
Business lunch.
I'm getting a kick out of this.
And my new slogan is...
More Junk From Maki: We keep it classy.
Welcome back Kate!
(yes I left out the i on purpose... gotta see if you like it, right?)
Btw, this is the HUGEST number of comments on one post... like EVER.
Why is it that we congregate here? Why can't the massive comments start on MY page? Then I'll know when there is a new one... instead of checking every single person's blog every two seconds.
Yes, I'm on crack.
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