This time last week, I was almost dead.

Okay, perhaps that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I certainly wasn't feeling all that alive (and it did get your attention). I had been up all night, my muscles were shaky and I was exhausted. This was all thanks to an unfortunately memorable encounter with food poisoning, most probably sourced from some Chicken Treat (first the chicken, then the treat!). This just happened to be the meal of choice while helping some friends move into their new house. In all, nine adults were inflicted with “The Chickeny Death”.

I won't fill the Interwebberynet with more stories involving bodily fuilds (it has plenty of those already), but I will say that I hope never to experience that again. Or to eat chicken.