So, so, sick. At the risk of sharing too much information about bodily fluids, I've always been quite proud of my iron stomach (the inside, not the outside). Through the streets of Guatemala, Brazil, Argentina, Adams Morgan Day, etc., I ate everything put on my plate and never had problems. Excluding the occasional alcohol abuse when I was young and unwise, I hadn't thrown up since I was about 5. My 17 year old streak died last night, and after a horrible, horrible night with little sleep but lots of toilet hugging, I am sitting in bed feeling like someone has thrown my body against a wall seventeen times and then injected massive amounts of air into my brain which is trying to escape, resulting in a "my head is about to explode" sensation.
Sorry, I know this was one of my more disgusting posts, but I'm frustrated and sad and sick and it feels better to blog about it.
feel better Elise! ginger ale and western civilization are the best cures for food bourne illnesses so just get some of those!
ReplyDeletethis is not George by the way.
ReplyDeleteJust be thankful it wasn't coming out the other end.
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