I don't know why I take such little precaution when eating food that has the potential to end my life.
A reaction might be an uncomfortable way to die, but living with that heightened presence of quite possibly imminent "danger" might be even more so uncomfortable.
This would be especially true after surviving and experience of near-death, the stigma that already looms over my head in this regard would be even more obnoxiously present.
I gamble to feel normal is my guess.