Again, our last lunch in Mindanao (Iligan City to be exact) merits its own post. On a busy Sunday noon, we had to squeeze ourselves in and find a vacant seat in this restaurant. Rob had eated the same flame-grilled burger the last time we frequented the place for our first night in Iligan. It took her a long time to receive her burger and we were almost done with our food when it finally arrived.
It could have been a bad omen, yet we still neglected it. All five of us ordered the same burger. Forty minutes after, the first three ones arrived. A good ten minutes passed and the last two finally arrived. How difficult it was to cook and flip burgers, and I doubt that the size itself would have contributed in that delay.
A couple of hours after while we were in the airport, Joseph has been feeling off color. He had frequent trips to the bathroom and expelling stuff from both ends (if you get what I mean). I felt so bad for him because it was surely uncomfortable. The moment we landed in Manila, he went straight away to the bathroom and he still wasn’t out even before I left to meet my family.
We were told that we can skip the Monday off, coming from a one week mission. Then that Monday morning, I got an email from Rob explaining that she was feeling bad as well. I was set to just rest the day out and come to work in Makati the night after, but that same afternoon, I also noticed my frequent trups to the bathroom. It was confirmed — the three of us fell victim to the burger of death.
I was thankful that I did not experience vomiting, but I felt really dehydrated after a couple of hours. Yesterday, Tuesday, I tried going to work in Makati again but went straight home because I was having chills. It was the first time since moving out of the house that I felt so sick, and I normally have my mother next to me. =P She gave me a couple of advice on what to do and what to take, and by Wednesday evening, my tummy has been able to finally recover.
My primary reason for cursing off the place was the very delayed service. It might sound petty but the second and last (and not to mention, serios) straw of getting us sick was too much. When Joseph first experienced it, we thought that he might have eaten something different to us. But the moment Rob and I felt sick as well, it could not have been anything else. The other two with us were fortunate though. I thought Marianne would be the first one to fall susceptible to such food mishap, but apparently, she was more resilient than I thought she was. And by the way, the name of the place — DELECTA.
