One evening in the summer of 2007, in Himara (on the Albanian Riviera) we cooked up some shrimp that was fresh off the fishing boat that afternoon. Around 2 in the morning I woke up with a funny feeling in my face and got up to look at myself in the mirror. Good Grief! After a few days of cortisone shots I returned to normal, as you see below.
Click on a picture to see something even more revolting.