Rapport sur la sécurité alimentaire - Popeyes, Nashville Tennessee

1 Terminal Drive, Nashville, 37214 Tennessee, United States

My, husband, me and my son were flying back from vacation in Florida on 3/24/19. We arrived at the Nashville, TN Airport and were hungry. We went to food place but they were out of breakfast sandwiches. My son said, "let's go to here. So we did. My son ordered a chicken, egg and cheese biscuit. When he opened it the egg was missing. We went to the counter and they told us to keep the sandwich and they gave my son a new one with egg on it. I decided I would order a sandwich as well. I ordered a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. My husband decided to eat my son's sandwich that was incorrect without the egg on it. We hadn't eaten anything since the afternoon the day before. We flew home to Oklahoma and unpacked, I went to the grocery store and ran a few errands. Back at the house around 7pm and I was cooking dinner. I was standing at the counter and had almost completed my husband's and son's dinner plates when my stomach started hurting. It was a really weird feeling and my husband looked at me and said, "honey, are you ok? I said, no, I think I'm going to get sick. I excused myself and came back a few minutes later and thought I had passed. Within 2 minutes I said, I'm going to get sick. Left and was in the bathroom for hours, getting sick and other things continually. It was so brutal. I finally had to text my husband from the bathroom telling him I needed him to take me to the emergency room. We finally got to the ER and they admitted me and gave me several medications trying to help me stop getting sick. They finally discharged me but I got sick again and they re-admitted me. I was re-admitted 3 different times. During my time in the hospital, my son, 16 years old, was at home sleeping. An hour after me being in the hospital my husband's phone rang. We couldn't hear our son but knew by the phone number it was him. He was getting violently ill as well. The only thing in common we ate was this. It was the egg in the sandwich. I spoke with the manager many times and the owner of that location. I have dozens of emails and was assured by manager that my medical bills would be paid. They have not paid anything and continually avoid my calls. My last conversation with owner was right before Thanksgiving when he called me and said he was sorry for what I went through. He said he was sorry for not calling me sooner but their insurance company told him not too. He went against their telling him not to call me and told me we were going to figure this out and he would call me the week after Thanksgiving. He has not called me since. | Symptômes: Diarrhée, Nausée, Vomissements