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One day I was in excellent health and the next day I couldn't even get out of bed. I'm not one who jumps to baseless conclusions, like that I've eaten tuna a million times before, but this Friday's tuna sandwich made me sick, so it must have been the tuna and therefore no one should eat tuna ever again. I felt fine after breakfast, I felt fine after lunch. I sat down for dinner, and the first bite of chicken tasted bad. My guest said it tasted fine. The first bite of baked potato with sour cream tasted awful; my guest reassured me that the sour cream hadn't spoiled. After those two bites that I spit out, I felt so awful I had to lie down and a few minutes later ran to the bathroom. My friend ate the same food, including some of what was on my plate, without incident, so it wasn't food poisoning. By the time he finished eating (and he's not a slow eater), my temp was over 104 and I was delirious. That's how long it takes to change a life forever.