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I think I had bad fish last night. Oy!
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As Virgil wrote: I fear the neighbors, even though they bear gifts.
 
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As Virgil wrote: I fear the neighbors, even though they bear gifts.




Neighbors are always suspect ...whether or not they bear gifts. Virgil was far too liberal and naive. Remember, just because you're not paranoid doesn't mean people aren't out to get you (cue some Talking Heads or David Byrne song that I forget the title of)
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Few years back, when I did dabble in socializing, before becoming a commited crotchety old hermit-like coot, visited an acquaintence for dinner.

Observed their cat critter evacuate its bowells into the odiferous container then scrape particle of what was akin to oil absorbant upon the steaming turd-like turd.

Thereupon the feline pranced out of the depository and jumped upon the counter where the human female was assembling the meal. The cat wandered across the counters, receiving kind words and affectionate pats.

Waited a few minutes before simulating a "bowell attack," rubbing the abdomen and complaining of cramps. As the faux pain increased I exscused myself and told of the need to go home and medicate myself.

Never went back.

Typical family. Semi-frequent mentions over time of that darned old flu hitting one or more of the family members.

Uh huh. Flu. Center for Disease Control commented upon that fallacy years ago.

What many Americans term flu is actually food poisoning.

Many sources, not all attributable to in-home contamination. Look at the recent cases involving produce at restaurants and from grocery stores.

However, a certain amount does arise from in-home actions and inactions.

And, I cringe when I see Fido's human friend kissing, swapping spit with Fido, after Fido has given his/her most private parts a thorough bathing with that muscle that slithers out of the oral orifice.

But, that's just my little peccadillo.

Germs. They are everywhere!!!! Many are good germs. Pert' near friendly and vital for life. However, some are not so friendly, a few can be deadly.

Remember, class.... in a roundabout way it is not merely the presence of the bad germs within your body that is bad. It is the little itty bitty bacteria turds and farts that hurt you. What the medicos term toxins is merely the byproducts of the bacteria's "digestive" system.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Film at eleven.

Test on Friday.
 
The wife and I had to take a food handler's course in order to sell lobster that we had flown in every Friday (this was before such items are now available at many supermarkets). The lady who gave the course said that 10% of the group had staff infection on their fingers .....since 10% of any group picks their nose
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She also managed, over the 6 hours of required training, to tell us of every common problem that causes food poisoning ..which most were committed daily by my MIL. She also said that food poisoning was mostly a headache and perhaps a case of diarhea every once in a while.

Naturally the first thing that occurred with our new found knowledge was that my MIL poisoned us with her thawing technique.

Ignorance was so blissfull
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A little disease conquered when you're strong keeps you from dying of it when you're weak. But watching the cat poop, and then walk over the dinner area is just gross.
 
I see the local supermarket take a block of frozen prawns, run them under warm water for 20 minutes, then put them back on ice under the lamps, advertising as "thawed for your convenience".

Same people don't see reason to change their gloves between handling raw chicken and cold cuts of meat...that's why I order cheese, cold-cuts, and chicken in that order...and usually place myself in front of an ungloved assistant, which makes them glove up freshly.

Won't find a disinfectant spry in the house, as oilyriser has a good point. That being said, when the cat decided to dump in the bath (and on our bed) to protest the fact that a second child was coming, he became an outside animal permanently.
 
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