Sick Day
Actually, this is day three of being sick. I haven't been sick in years. I also make fun of people who get sick all the time, so this is probably only right for me to get sick. I am a really lame nurse to sick people. I have no patience (ha ha). But now it is my turn and I am kind of feeling sorry for myself. No one has offered to massage my belly or bring me anything. I have had to ask for things. Boo hoo.
So here is what it is like being sick. First thing I did was eat too much food. It just sat at the base of my ribcage for the whole night. Nothing digested. So finally at 1AM I decided I needed to get things moving one way or the other. I stood at the toilet thinking about gross things. That didn't work. So then I did some twists and bent over. That started things. I gagged a few times and then presto, the food came up. I felt like a sausage maker. It just came out of me like a big chunk of dinner. I could have put it on a plate and served it. Boy did I eat a lot.
As with most barf sessions, the first is never enough. So a few hours later I was up again. I got the rest of it out and was back in bed. Until a few hours later when I got up to dry heave. I finally learned that if I don't kneel next to the toilet then it splashes too much.
I really enjoyed the dinner, which is a bummer because now I won't be able to eat that meal for a while without being reminded of barf. That happened with orange juice once. I had to drink this stuff to make me vomit and it was orange flavored. Well that ruined orange juice for years.
So here is what it is like being sick. First thing I did was eat too much food. It just sat at the base of my ribcage for the whole night. Nothing digested. So finally at 1AM I decided I needed to get things moving one way or the other. I stood at the toilet thinking about gross things. That didn't work. So then I did some twists and bent over. That started things. I gagged a few times and then presto, the food came up. I felt like a sausage maker. It just came out of me like a big chunk of dinner. I could have put it on a plate and served it. Boy did I eat a lot.
As with most barf sessions, the first is never enough. So a few hours later I was up again. I got the rest of it out and was back in bed. Until a few hours later when I got up to dry heave. I finally learned that if I don't kneel next to the toilet then it splashes too much.
I really enjoyed the dinner, which is a bummer because now I won't be able to eat that meal for a while without being reminded of barf. That happened with orange juice once. I had to drink this stuff to make me vomit and it was orange flavored. Well that ruined orange juice for years.
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