Took my wife to Binions Steakhouse, Horseshoe Cincinnati, last night for dinner. That place is just awesome. Had Oysters Rockefeller, the salad wedge, and a new york strip. Delicious! The oysters were amazing, melt in your mouth great but the last one had a strong seafood taste. I should have spit it out but swallowed and continued on without another thought.
After dinner I watched and coached my wife on video poker for a couple hours. I played for about 10 minutes earlier but decided I would let her have the evening and watched her. I think she liked that
On the way home I started getting what I thought was heartburn. After 30 minutes of trying to burp that shit up, I started feeling really bad. Now I was fighting back puking. WTF? Was it the blue cheese, was it the garlic in the oysters, was it the FISHY TASTING OYSTER?! As soon as I thought that, I really had to fight off barfing. It had to be that oyster.
My wife thought I was putting on, or being a pussy, because she was feeling fine and ate the same thing. "Yeah, but you didn't eat oysters!"
I told her I was gonna hit the baking soda and water when I got home so I could burp this shit up. She said we were out of baking soda so I decided to stop and get some. She went in to get the BS and I got out of the car to walk around. Not 30 seconds went by and here comes the upchuck. I ran behind my car and let it rip. OMG, I have some relief now. Whew!
About 10 minutes later it all started again and fought it off until I got home then ran to the bathroom where I spent the next 30-45 minutes removing my dinner totally from my gut.
As much as I love oysters, that might be the last one I ever eat. Holy shit! don't get sick eating oysters. Not fun at all.
That is all, I thought I would share and maybe save somebody else from the same ordeal.
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After dinner I watched and coached my wife on video poker for a couple hours. I played for about 10 minutes earlier but decided I would let her have the evening and watched her. I think she liked that
On the way home I started getting what I thought was heartburn. After 30 minutes of trying to burp that shit up, I started feeling really bad. Now I was fighting back puking. WTF? Was it the blue cheese, was it the garlic in the oysters, was it the FISHY TASTING OYSTER?! As soon as I thought that, I really had to fight off barfing. It had to be that oyster.
My wife thought I was putting on, or being a pussy, because she was feeling fine and ate the same thing. "Yeah, but you didn't eat oysters!"
I told her I was gonna hit the baking soda and water when I got home so I could burp this shit up. She said we were out of baking soda so I decided to stop and get some. She went in to get the BS and I got out of the car to walk around. Not 30 seconds went by and here comes the upchuck. I ran behind my car and let it rip. OMG, I have some relief now. Whew!
About 10 minutes later it all started again and fought it off until I got home then ran to the bathroom where I spent the next 30-45 minutes removing my dinner totally from my gut.
As much as I love oysters, that might be the last one I ever eat. Holy shit! don't get sick eating oysters. Not fun at all.
That is all, I thought I would share and maybe save somebody else from the same ordeal.
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