A little E. Coli for the holidays

After 6 years of being together, Bryan's record of having never puked has been broken.
The poor guy has food poisoning.
Last night we were out doing some grocery shopping and running general errands when hunger struck. We were 20 minutes from home and still had two stores to hit. Thus, we decided to join the droves and go to a drive through. Being in Gig Harbor, our options are somewhat limited, and from where we were, we could chose Dairy Queen, Taco Time, KFC or McDonalds. Now to many of you, Dairy Queen may sound like a hideous choice and to me it usually would as well. But the one here is locally owned and is so spotless and lovely, that it is usually out first choice. It's designed after a 50s diner and they only use fresh ingredients, including real cheddar cheese- something you don't usually find in a fast food establishment.
Anyway, I ordered a regular cheeseburger meal, and enjoyed it whole-heartedly. It was juicy and delicious, and I told Bryan so as I ate it. Bryan did not enjoy his food with me however, as he opted against Dairy Queen, a mistake he is now regretting. (and you all thought he got sick from Dairy Queen.)

While I was eating mine, he was pulling into the drive-though of Taco-Time.
We generally stray from Taco Time, as we always end up with serious tummy troubles after; we call it "Taco-Slime" I reminded him of this as he pulled in. "Remember what happened last time you after here? You had an upset stomach." He said, "It's okay, I think I'm going to get a black bean burrito instead of beef this time."
Alright, I think to myself, you're a big boy, do what you must.
We pulled up to the speaker, the nice lady wished him a happy holiday and asked for his order. He ordered a jumbo BEEF burrito with two extra hot sauces. BEEF! I looked at him. "BEEF?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I changed my mind."
Okie dokie.
Cut to three hours later and he's writhing in pain on the couch, saying
"honey, I don't feel so good.
An hour later, he's bowing down to the toilet. I got him some pepto, handed him the trusty pink hospital bucket that has served me so well over the years, gave him a cool wet rag, and told him I was sorry.
It's almost noon and he's still in bed, in the guest room. I'm not sure at what point in the night he decided to leave our room and go to the guest room. At 3am he was still in ours running from the bed to the toilet, but when I was up this morning, he was in the other room, which means now the guest bathroom will also have to be cleaned.

I'm really hoping this is just a 24 hours food poisoning, as I know how much it sucks to get it, I've had both the roast-beef induced variety, as well as the pregnancy-induced kind. They feel pretty much the same, and I can tell you with the utmost authority that it sucks completely, and you feel completely miserable. Poor guy.

Hopefully if the temptation rises again, he will remember to resist the Taco Time.