It’s not often I get angry, I am usually quite a calm, balanced person, but this weekend has left me very angry and more importantly…extremely worried.
Let’s start at the beginning. We were invited to attend a weekend party to celebrate the birthday of a friend. It was a 2.5 hour drive away and was going to cost us £100. We said ok, as we were surprised we were even invited with Charlie and we thought it would be our last chance to do something like that before the new baby comes.
On Weds, I came down with Norovirus. It was horrendous. I felt so poorly and the baby inside me was going crazy. I couldn’t even keep water down and was very worried about becoming dehydrated. The cramping in my stomach was intense and it was hard to decide if they were contractions or cramps. Honestly, awful. Stacy took the day off work to look after Charlie on Thursday while I recovered. He had a temperature, a heavy cold and conjunctivitis in both eyes and was quite miserable himself. Luckily he never contracted the sickness.
We were supposed to go to the party on Friday night. Stacy was pushing for us to go despite the illness. I put my foot down and said no. It had not been 48 hours since I was last ill, I felt very week and Charlie was still poorly himself. She was upset and I could see it. She doesn’t often get to see these friends and she doesn’t have many friends here either. I felt bad for her.
On Sat morning, she asked if we could go again. Charlie seemed a bit better and I felt a bit stronger. I was dubious though. It was a long way and Charlie has been sleeping really badly. I agreed to go.
On the journey there Charlie did cry quite a bit, but nothing too bad. Once we got there they served up a massive cheeseboard (none of which I could eat). We didn’t even start to eat dinner until about 9.00pm and this was when the really bad things happened. Jon, the cook, is known for serving up rare meat. I know that I shouldn’t eat rare meat while pregnant and sent a message to him via Stacy to make sure anything I ate was well cooked.
I bit into my burger and swallowed a mouthful, When I looked at the burger it was bright pink inside. I looked around at everyone else’s burgers and they were all practically raw inside. Most people were chomping away happily. A few people were noticeably uncomfortable. I knew that these burgers had been made over a week ago, frozen, thawed on the side and left on the side most of the afternoon before being cooked. I was HORRIFIED! I asked for mine to be put back on the grill which he did for me. I ate the burger as there was nothing else and I hadn’t eaten since 11am that morning. Stacy ate a raw burger. She didn’t seem bothered.
Someone asked…’is it ok to eat rare burgers?’ Jon said, yes! It’s beef!
After dinner it was ‘wine tasting’ anther thing I couldn’t partake in. I was bored beyond belief and went to bed. Once in bed I got out my phone and googled rare burgers. Turns out it is extremely dangerous to eat uncooked minced (ground) beef and there is a serious risk of e-coli. I burst into tears and lay awake fretting until Charlie woke up screaming.
I called for Stacy. We think he is having night terrors. He is very difficult to comfort and continues to cry and thrash about. After a while he calmed down and we went to sleep. He woke again a few hours later screaming.
In the morning, for breakfast, Jon re-heated and served up the burgers from last night!! OMG people actually ate them again. I fear for their life I really do.
I couldn’t wait to leave. Once in the car I became angry. I hadn’t wanted to go to the weekend due to illness but we had gone. I had been served up a raw burger, have potentially been exposed to e-coli and had a shit time anyway. It was NOT HIS CALL TO MAKE!!! I had asked for well cooked meat. He had ignored me. His flippant disregard for my pregnant state was disgusting. I am worried for everyone else too. He obviously does not understand food hygiene to a level where he should be cooking for other people.
Stacy felt awful that I was so upset.
We met up with Stacy’s parents and as I told them the story I burst into tears. I tired to cheer up to spend time with them. Stacy’s Dad took Charlie off to play in a soft play area and her Mum told us her usual stories from work. I got through it and managed to smile a few times as well. They don’t see us often and I felt bad their time was blighted by my mood. It was her Mum’s 60’th birthday as well 😦
The drive home home was as horrendous as the rest of the weekend. Charlie screamed for ages and I got so stressed and agitated. Cue more crying and arguing. (we very rarely argue!!!)
The incubation period of e-coli is between 1 and 9 days. Fantastic. Another 9 days of worrying before I can forget about the whole awful experience.
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