The weird thing is that we've eaten almost exactly the same food yesterday and today, and I feel fine. Ordinarily, he's the man with the cast-iron stomach while I'm the canary in the food-poisoning coal mine - there have been multiple occasions where I've eaten out with a group of friends and been the only one to get sick.
Back when we were going to Burning Man (it's been a few years since we attended), we used to include a case of food poisoning for me in our time budget. Some point during the first three days, it was a safe bet that I'd get sick. At least one of our Ranger friends half-seriously accused him of poisoning me.
And yet here I am, feeling dandy. Odd.
Gotta go make him a cup of ginger tea. Poor guy.