I think I'll add a little story to this. I wouldn't call it full blown food poisoning because there was no vomiting involved.
My Mom had been saying she wanted to go to St Augustine, but never had anyone to go with; so, one day we headed East to A1A and drove up the coast to St Augustine. We walked around in St Augustine for a while and it started to rain pretty hard; so, we made it back to my Jeep and left. It was about 1400hrs and I was getting hungry and wanted seafood, since we were on the coast. We stopped at this little place that had a nice view of the ocean and ate. This place had the hugest selection of seafood I'd ever seen, like 50 different types of fish, all kinds of crabs and molusks, etc. I don't remember what I ate, but it wasn't anything fancy; probably some sort of fish. We left the seafood shack and headed north; I wanted to try this road that I thought might take us into Palatka. It had been about 30 minutes since we left the seafood shack and it started.
My stomach was getting pretty bloated and making all kinds of uncomfortable sounds and squirmings. It didn't feel unusual, though; I figured I could make back home. (Because, I got food poisoning in the Middle East a long while ago, and I've always had GI problems ever since.)
I stopped at a gas station to take a leak, and while in the middle of peeing into the urnal, my pee stream just stopped. I looked down, thinking wtf? My stomach made a hideous lurching sound and movement and...well...I was no longer in control of my body.
I crapped my pants, like a little baby with no control at all. It was a horrendous mess that I wasn't able to clean up because the damn bathroom had no tissue, no paper towels.
I stripped totally naked, shoes and all, because crap was everywhere, all over shoes, the floor, the toilet, my t-shirt, everywhere. There was some divine intervention that spared my pants and socks. I took a whore-bath in the bathroom like a bum would do. My underwear and t-shirt went in the trash, and I cleaned up the bathroom the best I could, which wasn't much at all, and walked out the door.
It's not over yet. The Hindu gas station attendant was waiting for me. He asked me like 5 times why I took around 30 minutes in the bathroom. I told him I was sick, and he started to block me from leaving the store and said he was going to call the police. I don't know what he thought I was doing in there; it must have been something illegal, I guess.
He wouldn't get out of the way and let me leave, even after I re-explained that I was feeling sick, and just wanted to leave; so finally, I grabbed him and threw him to the side and walked out the door.
I climbed back in the Jeep, and my Mom says, "Honey, are you alright? You were in there a long time."