Believe it or not, I actually puked last night. Yeah. It’s been 2.5 years since last time. (And that’s the A to Z theme for today.)
So I go to bed early, not feeling to great already. Wake up in the middle of the night. Hmm what the fuck is up with my stomach. Mouth was all dry, too. So I sit up straight, feel some tingling, and a thought rushes through my head, “holy shit gotta get to the toilet quick”.
So I hurry the fuck on over, pull up the lid, and not even a second after a brownish slurry of dirty and gross acid comes spewing out of my food-chute. BLUH! Gratuitous amounts of it flow out of my mouth and nose simultaneously. My nose’s internal flora was ruined in mere second.
So I try to catch my breath, but have a hard time doing so because there’s still shit up in my throat. I want to cough it out but NOPE ANOTHER LOAD COMING. BLUH!
This repeats itself for a while. All the time I’m thinking “shit I got two tests tomorrow shit fuck damn shit”, because damn, I really should be attending those.
After all’s done, I empty my nose a few times. Still gooey acid bits coming out. Lovely. Breath smells great, too.
So I wake up the next morning feeling “pretty okay” by sick-man’s standards. Ate breakfast (no cornflakes though the cold milk might hurt my stomach ): ), went to school, did the tests just fine. Expect decent grades for those.
SPEAKING OF GRADES, at school I was told the chemistry notes had been put online. So I grab the nearest computer and check it.
8.1 (out of ten, for those of you unfamiliar with the Dutch grading system)
Highest chemistry grade ever, BOOYAH! I knew it went well!
Hope you enjoyed the detailed description of me puking. I’m never sick though so the fuck is up with this.
(Also holy shit I started four consecutive paragraphs with “So I”. I suck at writing.)