Post by Anon Mous on Mar 12, 2013 10:26:32 GMT -5
Warning: Due to graphic descriptions this post may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ;D
Okay, so Thursday I had my last class of the week in the form of an 8am Calc test. Having finished that and not having anything pressing in my java class, I was all set for one of the few stress free weekends I've had this semester. Around 5:30pm I started to feel not so good. Something was churning up my stomach something bad. I thought maybe bad gas. At 7 after 6 I made a B-line for the bathroom and began loosing my lunch.
Of course, my parents came down to see what the noise was, and found me tossing my cookies. I suggested that it could be the weather, and went back to my couch. The weather was being screwy and it has affected me before. 20 minutes later I was back in the bathroom, to my mom's reply of, "I don't think that's the weather."
Nor did I. I migrated up to my room where I proceeded to throw up nearly every 30 mins for the next 10 hours. This wasn't your normal puking either, or even Bo Rai Cho (Mortal Kombat Drunken Fist master) puking. This was SNL sketch, sprayer in the hand, really loud exaggerated grunt puking. I felt like I was lifting a few inches off the ground every time I did it.
Despite how much water I was drinking between bouts, I couldn't believe I had anything left by the third hour in, but it kept going.
So I was laid up the whole weekend getting better. I missed baseball practice, I couldn't sleep, I felt like crap, and to add insult to sickness I got a call about an interview at V-stock. Fortunately I am able to go to that today, but talk about bad timing.
Okay, so Thursday I had my last class of the week in the form of an 8am Calc test. Having finished that and not having anything pressing in my java class, I was all set for one of the few stress free weekends I've had this semester. Around 5:30pm I started to feel not so good. Something was churning up my stomach something bad. I thought maybe bad gas. At 7 after 6 I made a B-line for the bathroom and began loosing my lunch.
Of course, my parents came down to see what the noise was, and found me tossing my cookies. I suggested that it could be the weather, and went back to my couch. The weather was being screwy and it has affected me before. 20 minutes later I was back in the bathroom, to my mom's reply of, "I don't think that's the weather."
Nor did I. I migrated up to my room where I proceeded to throw up nearly every 30 mins for the next 10 hours. This wasn't your normal puking either, or even Bo Rai Cho (Mortal Kombat Drunken Fist master) puking. This was SNL sketch, sprayer in the hand, really loud exaggerated grunt puking. I felt like I was lifting a few inches off the ground every time I did it.
Despite how much water I was drinking between bouts, I couldn't believe I had anything left by the third hour in, but it kept going.
So I was laid up the whole weekend getting better. I missed baseball practice, I couldn't sleep, I felt like crap, and to add insult to sickness I got a call about an interview at V-stock. Fortunately I am able to go to that today, but talk about bad timing.
Did the interview go all right for you?