What Doesn't Kill Me Makes Me Stronger, Turkey Burger

I'm not dead from food poisoning, although for the better part of the last twenty-four hours it was touch and go. And by touch and go, I mean unpleasant things happened and I did not enjoy them. A little note to self here? The next time I get a turkey burger and it tastes like ass, I should think: "Hey, this turkey burger tastes like ass. Perhaps I should stop eating it." Instead of: "Hey, this turkey burger tastes like ass. Perhaps that's how it's supposed to taste and I should add salt and ...