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Food poisoning. Thursday, February 19, 2026. Ate an egg and cheese breakfast from the work cafeteria. By lunch I was feeling kind of queasy but soldiered on. I came home, napped, then got up to make and have dinner with my fiance that gets home from her job around midnight. 2 am, Friday morning I am projectile vomiting. It comes out of me with such force it splashes all over the walls, floor, and nearby sink despite me being right over the toilet. At the same time, I lose control of my bowels and explosive diarrhea my pants. I clean the walls, and floor, then I take a shower. I put fresh clothes on and try to settle down. Every 30-40 minutes I'm running back to the bathroom to heave over a bucket while my large intestine voids all contents. No sleep. At 8 am I am running a fever of 103 F. I call out of work. At 10 am I am shitting blood. Luckily I live across the street from a hospital that has an emergency room. I walk over, fill out forms, and wait to be called. I go to the bathroom twice more, and shit lots more blood. I pass out in the waiting room. I wake up hooked up to IVs, getting a blood transfusion and emergency dialysis. Spent 3 days in the hospital. Fuck Mazzone Hospitality