TIFU by eating the wrong thing.

I was doing an emergency favour for a friend earlier and she told me to help myself to anything in her fridge for my dinner.

What she failed to mention was that the gloriously golden brown, succulent roast chicken that was in there had been accidentally left out of the fridge for a full 24 hours after cooking and she had thrown the thing in the fridge to avoid flies getting to it as she was rushing out the door. Her intent was to warn me and then throw it out later, but in her rush she forgot to mention it.

Guess what this idiot decided looked like a good sandwich filling.

So now I am waiting to see whether I fall ill. Unfortunately I am mildly emetophobic and every tiny gurgle, gloop and twinge of my stomach is making my heart race and my breathing hitch. Even worse, I’m tired but too wound up to sleep, and I’m hungry but too scared to eat.

I’m just glad my kid decided to go for cheese in her sandwich.

Tl:dr - Did a favour for a friend, now terrified of my own digestive system.