Feelin' queasy

IT’S AN ODD thing, food poisoning.

I mean you know pretty well when you’ve got it, but not necessarily what’s caused it.

My Good Lady and I both seem to have gone down with it – she rather worse off than me.

With me it’s more like a gippy tum; it started on Friday just as we sat down to our evening meal – a Singapore-style oyster omelette – and all weekend I’ve been feeling vaguely unsettled and slightly nauseous.

It hasn’t affected my appetite, though, nor my sense of taste.

Sadly, this is not the case with MGL; she’s gone down with it today (Sunday), suddenly feeling uncomfortable just as she came back from church.

She complains of feeling seriously nauseous, so much so that she even has to go for an afternoon lie down.

She manages little of her dinner, one of my kipper and egg kedgerees, which she usually enjoys. She complains that all she can taste is salt, while the wine, a rather good Sancerre, is just overpoweringly gooseberry-ish. She manages little of either.

And immediately after dinner she goes to bed.

But that’s not the worst, a little later she has to go to the bathroom and there she’s rather violently sick.

I put her back to bed, and she seems settled for the moment.

The question is, though, what’s caused all this. Most of the meals we’ve had in the last few days have seemed innocent enough. The shellfish in the omelette might have been just a little off, but I was already feeling a bit queasy before I ate that.

The only suspect meal we’ve had was the stir-fry I made us last Monday – a fragrant beef with peppers thing, in which I overdid the soy sauces – but that’s nearly a week ago…

Anyhow, if we’re no better in a day or two I think we’re going to have to see the doctor. A serious bout of food poisoning – if indeed that’s what it is – can sometimes last for weeks.