By now, you've likely heard what happened to me. I ate a bag of frozen vegetables and got poisoned (like, two-ER-visits-in-the-span-of-seven-days poisoned), then I went viral for getting poisoned (to the tune of interviews with the New York Times, CNN, and The Cut, while emails from more than a dozen journalists at outlets including Good Morning America, Rolling Stone, and Bon Appétit wait in my inbox), and 10 weeks later, the doctors still don't understand what happened to me or why my liver levels got so damn high.
But let me back up a bit. I've posted videos on TikTok a lot, but this time, in mid-June, it was different. I paused for a second—would this ruin my industry relationships? could it affect my career or my public image?—before hitting the big red "post" button. The stakes were too high. I was sitting on information that could potentially save people's lives. I mean, it's not everyday you find yourself at the center of a national foodborne-illness outbreak.
By now, you've likely heard what happened to me. I ate a bag of frozen vegetables and got poisoned (like, two-ER-visits-in-the-span-of-seven-days poisoned), then I went viral for getting poisoned (to the tune of interviews with the New York Times, CNN, and The Cut, while emails from more than a dozen journalists at outlets including Good Morning America, Rolling Stone, and Bon Appétit wait in my inbox), and 10 weeks later, the doctors still don't understand what happened to me or why my liver levels got so damn high.
But let me back up a bit. I've posted videos on TikTok a lot, but this time, in mid-June, it was different. I paused for a second—would this ruin my industry relationships? could it affect my career or my public image?—before hitting the big red "post" button. The stakes were too high. I was sitting on information that could potentially save people's lives. I mean, it's not everyday you find yourself at the center of a national foodborne-illness outbreak. |
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