I've been poisoned!....sort of

A group of us went to the Dominican Republic. My husband and I, another couple, let’s call the Jack and Jill, and a friend of that couple, we’ll call him John. We went to stay at the airport hotel the night before. We stayed up, ate a good meal, had some drinks, and went to bed. We got up the next morning, had breakfast and waited for the airport shuttle. We met John at the airport. We got on the plane, ate some pretzels, got off the plane. Waited for our rooms. Our bell boy was great, showed us our room and everything along the way. Told us all food stations were closed until 6. It was 4. We were starving. E haven’t eaten since 7 am. We met by the pool and explored a little bit. Finally 6 rolled around and we headed straight for the closest buffet. The pork was amazing. Quite tasty food. We had a few drinks, at and chatted. The next day we went to the meetings with our trip advisor and we decided the guys wanted to go on a fishing trip and me and Jill would go see waterfalls. We decided we would sign up on Wednesday. We ate breakfast, toured more of he resort. Ate lunch. Ate supper. Drank. Used the pool. Weren’t allowed in the ocean as it was very rough. That evening We walked off the resort to watch a few minutes of a ball game that was going on across the road. Jack and John wanted to go to town, it o didn’t feel safe to do that after dark. John decided to go alone and we went to bed. Wednesday morning we got up and had breakfast. We assume John wasn’t feeling well from whatever he got up to Tuesday night, because we didn’t see him all day. After breakfast Jill mentioned that she hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom. I suggested she eat something that may bother her a bit to get things moving. She said “nothing bothers me, I’ve got guys like a brick shit house”. Tuesday we had pictures taken with a monkey, and right after breakfast Wednesday we went to pick out our pictures. Jill said she was feeling cold, and sleepy. I was concerned she had heat stroke for the day before, as she spent a lot of time in the pool, where I had made her drink water and get out to put more sunscreen on. After paying doe our pictures we went back to the pool. Jack and Jill’s room was being fumigated so they weren’t allowed in until after 12pm. By this time Jill still wasn’t feeling well and had decided to go back to her room to lay down. That was the last time I saw her until Saturday night. Shortly after Jack, my hubby and I headed to a buffet for a bite to eat. I grabbed one spoonful of what appeared to be a chicken salad. I sat down and took about 2 bites. And then suddenly I felt exhausted. I told my husband I didn’t really feel that well and that I was going to lay down as well. I got up to the room and realized I didn’t have a key. I was literally on the verge of tears because I didn’t think o could make it all the way back to hubby or to the office to tell them o lost my key. Thankfully, hubby appeared with a key, and told me that Jack went to check on Jill. I laid down and tried to have a nap, thinking that’s all I would need. I could not fall asleep. Later that evening, we went to a party and I couldn’t even stand in line to get my own food. I ate a little bit and then went back to the room. I don’t remember much after that, that evening and the next day were kind of a blur. What I do remember is running to the bathroom. Horrible diarrhea. Aches in my abdomen. Sleepy. Laying on the bathroom floor at 2 am yelling for water and diarrhea pills. My husband sneaking muffins and yogurt into the room for me. Buying me plain chips and Gatorade. And telling me Jill went to the pool once and then on her way back she fell because she was so weak. And now Jack wasn’t feeling well. And they watched a lady being carried off the beach because she couldn’t walk. Friday morning I woke up and decided to go to the resort doctor. They took my blood pressure, blood sugar, and temperature. They hooked me up to an IV and said I was dehydrated. The I was told I couldn’t stay there and they called an ambulance. I was shipped to a hospital in Puerta Plata. They fed us well. And kept bringing me pills. I was so upset. I felt like I ruined my husband’s vacation. He slept on the couch beside me. Saturday afternoon they told me I had to wait for GI doctor to clear me, but that is probably be able to go back to the resort. They called us a taxi that cost us $60USD. We got back to the resort around 4:30 on Saturday. We got back to the room, I got cleaned up a bit and changed my clothes. And then we went down for supper. Everyone else was there. We spent the rest of the evening sitting and talking. Sunday, we still weren’t feeling the best so we sat in one spot, all day. Where we could see the ocean but not be too far from our room for when we had to go to the bathroom. Early Monday morning we were headed to the airport to return home. I was very concerned about Jill, she wasn’t well at all. She slept mostly on the plane. I, on the other hand, was taking diarrhea pills, antibiotics, pill for parasites and pills for bacteria. We got home late that evening. Tuesday Jill decided she was going to head to a walk in clinic. She was diagnosed with salmonella poisoning and a “multitude of parasites in her small and large intestines”. And another week off work. What’s the point to my story? Don’t eat the cold cut meats that are sitting under the lights. PS, it was not the resorts fault, or, at least that what they told us. Hubby and John were fine, neither of them ate that meat.