Well, believe it or not, it happened again. Tony has contracted food poisoning. This time it isn't as bad as it was when he landed in the hospital for a week. We know the source of where it came from and we're not happy. We had lunch at a popular expat restaurant and several hours later, he was complaining about stomach cramps and a low grade fever. I kept telling him that he needed to go to the hospital. Nope. He won't go because he's stubborn. One day later, he was still running a fever and is doubled over in pain and he still refused to go.
That was until I used my reasoning with him. I told him if he got ill again and had to spend another week in the hospital, it would greatly inhibit my ability to leave this country. If I can't leave this country, I was going to kill him. The choices were either I kill him or the food poisoning would. I won. It has been confirmed that he has food poisoning and will take several days to recover. Antibiotics together with a chalky tasting powder to help with the dehydration and oh yeah, percocet for the pain. He'll recover just in time for us to wave farewell to Shanghai.
