Nutcase nadin picked up the creeping crud while in the shithole south of the border.
She pontificates on how the shithole is vastly superior to America in every way, but it has public sanitation on a par with Bangladesh.
Hopefully, she'll suffer for a long time. She could use losing a couple hundred pounds.
You know as well as I do, what happened.
Despite that nadin felt some unease and convulsions in her stomach, that wasn't going to stop her from chomping down on chocolate eclairs, candy bars, doughnuts, cake, lollipops, caramels, nut bars, taffy, mints, nougat bars, cinnamon rolls, chocolate-covered cherries, torte, chocolate chips, jelly-filled sugar eggs, gum-drops, coconut pies, &c., &c., &c.
That's her regular diet, damn it, and so to Hell with her stomach.
And there's the psychosomatic aspect of it; perhaps she feels neglected by hubby, and by forcing him to help her clean up all this partially-digested gunk, he pays attention to her.
It's s-o-o-o-o-o-o obvious.