| Four In The Morning, You Know Where I'll Be |
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| 04:14am 18/05/2005 |
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It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of experiencing the taste of vomit. I believe the last time was shortly after graduation, when I went to a party and was surrounded by smoke. The next morning the first thing I did was make a grand leap from the bed to the toilet and I promptly threw up a mixture of vomit and blood. It woke up my sister, who asked without hesitation if I'd tried smoking. I replied into the toilet bowl, "Of course not! Do you think I'm stupid? I'm allergic! Why would I want to do that?" Well, she's allergic too, and she has. Whoops.
Point being, I've forgotten what it feels like to puke my guts out. Shortly before 4 AM I awoke with severe stomach pains that actually made me cry. I couldn't figure out what the problem was... if I was bloated, ate something funny, or had just taken on so much emotionally that my health was suffering for it. Whatever the cause, it didn't stay bottled up long.
I went to the toilet and sat beside it for a good ten minutes, ready to fear the worst but nothing happened. I staggered back into my room, stopping twice to double over in pain. The muscles in my belly were so contracted that they still ache even as I sit here recovering. Of course, the moment i returned to my room, it all came up right into the wastebasket. I had just cleaned it out a few hours ago because it belongs to the school and it's part of move-out protocol.
I kneeled there on the carpet with my face in a big brown bin with my stomach wringing out my insides. I can never remember it being that painful. My throat closed up, making it difficult to breathe. It shot out so hard it splattered on my glasses. No matter how much I spit afterwards I couldn't get the burning in my throat to go away. The acid felt like it was eating away at my esophagus.
Despite the discomfort (oh what an understatement that is), I promptly cleaned up after myself and then Febreezed the entire suite so no one will smell it when they wake up. Now I'm trying to soothe my throat by sipping on Sprite and I wonder if I will get any more sleep before my final at 10 AM.
I think this is my body's way of telling me to stop holding everything in. |
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