T-minus 15 minutes to vomit

So I'm currently home for spring break, and its been a relatively fun week. I've seen some friends and got to visit with the preschool kids.

Yesterday morning started out fine. My throat was in a little pain from this cold I've been having but nothing too bad. I get up around 9am and get dressed and head my way over to World of Wonders Nursery school to see some of the kids I haven't seen for a few months. Everything was great, we did projects and played the egg cracking game, and of course afterwards ate the eggs. I'm sure this was my first mistake of the day.

Afterwards all the kids went out side for an egg hunt and it was adorable and funny and I'll miss them when I have to drive 8hours back to Alfred. Meg-Meg called requesting time to visit which I gladly agreed too. We haven't seen each other in a long while. So around noon I head over to pick her up and we spend a couple hours shopping and then head over to Asian to grab something to eat. Meg also wanted me to try a mixed drink called "Blue Hawaii" that she'd tried and loved. Biggest mistake.

So we get there and are seated and place our orders. I get shrimp lo mien and a Blue Hawaii and we sit and chat while we wait. The drinks come first and Meg was very right. The drink is delicious. Its bright blue and tastes like pineapple and fruit punch, topped with a lime, cherry and an orange slice. Oh joy. We continue our chatter after our food arrives and we can both feel that funny tingle in your nose you get when you've had something to drink. My meal filled me so fast I couldn't even finish it. It wasn't a content full either, it was a terrible unhappy fill, mixed with alcohol. Meg said she was feeling sick too but I don't think she quiet understood just how sick I said I felt.

We sit for a little while more before getting up to pay and we leave. I drop her off at her house and as soon as she was inside I got that feeling. The feeling you get when you know you're going to throw up. You're not ready to yet, but you're going to, and you have to wait for it. Thankfully she doesn't live far from my house or else my car would need emergency detailing right now. All the way home I'm breathing through my nose for fear of opening my mouth. Long deep breaths trying to fight my meal down.

I wont lie, I was speeding most of the way home, but when you can feel reverse peristalsis happening I think anyone would. I pulled into my drive way, I parked, and threw the car door open hung over the side of my car and nothing happened. I leaned over for a few seconds feeling certain that was going to water moms flower bed in acidic hate, shrimp, and blue hawaii. I don't remember any train of thought other then "get inside."

Slowly and painfully I climbed the stairs to the bathroom, knowing that if I rushed, I would ruin the hardwood floor. Thanks to the wonderful design of my house, the bathroom is directly at the top of the stairs. As soon as I looked down into the watery depths of the toilet bowl before me, all the rage inside my stomach boiled over. Never in my life do I ever remember vomiting so violently. It came out my nose. Vomit went everywhere. It was awful.

This is the part of the story where you think things are going to get better. You're suppose to feel relieved, maybe lay down and take a nap to wake up and feel worlds better. No. Not this time.

After filling the toilet with all the hate my stomach could give it, I immediately had to turn around and defecate on top of it all. So I sat there, crying and shitting and blowing and sniffling my nose to remove huge chunks of shrimp and lo mien from inside it. Every inhale through my nose brought a new wave of disgusting into my mouth. While my ass rained liquid shit. I was shaking and sobbing and once feeling like it was safe to clean myself up, I crawled into bed.

I forced myself into unconsciousness quickly, only to be woken what felt like a hundred times. First by my parents getting home. When they saw I was sleeping in the middle of the afternoon they knew something was wrong, because I NEVER take naps. I think I mumbled something to them about throwing up and feeling like death, and they let me rest. Next it was a phone call from my friend Emily who I told I would visit with. I didn't answer and fell back to sleep at once, until she called again. I ignored it, somewhat hating her in that moment. Then my cat, who I love dearly came and started sniffing my mouth and sitting on my chest. So I kicked her out. Each time I woke up I would respond to a received text explaining my current state.

After this point I slept for a while. Till about 9:55 when I woke up with the most terrible feeling. It was that kind of woozy sick, where you want nothing to do but lay down and sleep, but you can't. I tried to use my computer a bit and I drank a bunch of water, hoping it would help make me feel better, but oh was I wrong. My stomach was still angry with me, tossing and turning with that lurking "you're going to throw up again" feeling. I figured maybe I needed something to settle it. So I stumbled my way into the kitchen and started to make a pb+j sandwitch. I didn't even finish making it before I hung myself over the toilet and threw up again. This time it was just yellowish water and a few remaining bits of poorly digested food.

My stomach emptied quickly, but my body wasn't done. I spent the next two minutes dry heaving and coughing and spitting up. With my head killing me, I crawled back into bed. I tried to sleep again, but I couldn't. I could still feel that churning feeling inside, telling me my body wasn't done making me feel miserable yet. It still had to put the icing on the cake. After laying in bed and trying to sleep, the feeling hit me and I took my position back in the bathroom.

I spent the better part of an hour glued to the toilet feeling awful, with the most terrible diarrhea I've ever experienced. I tried to pass the time by playing sudoku, but I couldn't think straight. Any time I would feel like I was finished. I'd just have to crawl back to the bathroom. Sometime around 11:30pm I managed to stay in bed, but this terrible cold shiver came over me and I piled on my blankets and it took ages to get back to sleep.

My mother woke me sometime around 7:30 this morning asking if I was okay. Amazingly I was, and I am. I feel back to sleep and woke up again around 9:45 and have been up feeling better. I'm a little scared to eat anything and fear having to go to the bathroom, but overall I'm much better then last night. I might even go to boarders today, or target.