Was working abroad for a few weeks at the end of last year/beginning of this one and came back for Christmas. On Boxing Day I went to a Patisserie Valerie and the place was a mess, they only had like two cakes left and the loo was a state. Can’t remember what I had but it had obviously been rammed in there all day so I reckon I got ill from cross-contamination because someone didn’t have time to wash their hands properly at some point.
Anyway I felt shit the next day but I had to get my flight back to Geneva. I tried to sleep on the plane but I felt really terrible and ended up being violently sick. I apologised to the guy next to me and said I got travel sick as I didn’t realise it was food poisoning at that point. I imagine I was responsible for at least a couple of outbreaks of norovirus at ski resorts after that. It was only a 15-minute walk to my accommodation from the airport and had to sit down twice before I made it there.
Had to call in sick until New Year’s Day and spent the whole time lying in bed watching Gilmore Girls and sitting on the loo holding a bowl in front of me. I didn’t know anyone in town so I had to drag myself to the local shop to get something I could shove in the oven/toaster (the flat didn’t even have a microwave ffs) even though I knew I’d see it again in 10 minutes.
Honestly one of the worst weeks of my life.