It was inevitable. My mother has been telling me for 20 some odd years not to eat raw cookie dough, cake batter, brownie batter etc. Do I listen? No. Why? Because it tastes so much better before it is cooked. I am a little impulsive too. And, it's never made me sick before. I know, very poor reasoning. Also, I have this thing that when my mom tells me not to do something I tend to do it anyway and usually do it at least three times.
Well, I wasn't the only one. Chris always gets on my case when I eat cookie dough too. I think it's because I usually eat half of the dough before it is cooked. This time Chris was sucked in, without my tempting. He took the bite of death. One 2" round ball of delicious raw chocolate chip cookie dough landed him with 拉肚子 (la du zi). Me too. Luckily the climax of our illnesses were one day apart from each other. This allowed us to take care of each other, which was nice. I do have to thank Dallin (we live with him) for borrowing a thermometer from the neighbor late at night when I was curled up on the bed shivering uncontrollably. My temperature was 103.7F (39.8C). Ridiculous. Don't worry, after much Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Cipro, many cold baths and too many glasses of the Chinese substitute for Gatorade, we are still alive.
The positive things I gained from this experience: I finished my book and watched the movie, twice. I am almost caught up on The Office Season 3. I didn't have to go out into the cold to teach English. I got to play nurse when Chris was really really sick, good practice. I was proud of myself that I haven't forgotten everything I learned in nursing school. Last but not least, I got to hang out with Chris 24/7, even though most of the time one of us was sleeping.
Morale of the story. Listen to your mother and the Epidemiologist, don't consume raw eggs (especially in China folks).
