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[warning: gross story ahead]
My Thursday was going so well.
Work is sucking less. The Wii is now a fixture in the office. I got to hang out with a friend for the first time in a long time. I jumped into a bar to use the bathroom where the 2 bartenders were wearing lingerie and were very "friendly." They even gave me a free beer.
But after finishing that beer and going home, life took a downward spiral. Once in my apartment, I began vomiting in such a way that's only happened to me once before in my life.
The worst of it was over in the first 45 minutes. I expunged my stomache contents several times over, dry heaving the last couple.
Then ... I blacked out. I remember things getting a little dark while puking bile. I was shivering, my stomach muscles as taut as they could get and using my hand against the sink to keep myself upright.
What happens next is only a guess. I think I heard someone knocking on my door. I think I heard my neighbor's voice. I think I talked back to them. But what I know for a fact is I came to outside of my apartment. The door? Locked. Key? Inside. Constitution? Still vomitous.
My guess is my neighbors heard me throwing up and generally making the sounds of someone wanting to die. So they knocked and asked if I was okay. In my less-than-stellar state, I went out to tell them that I would eventually be fine, but this was minutes after they had gone back into their unit. Maybe I did pass out on the floor in the bathroom and when I woke up, I was thinking only seconds had passed since their knock. I'll never know.
My stomach didn't care that I didn't have a toilet to hover over though and I went outside a couple of times over the course of 7 or 8 hours to dry heave onto the San Francisco sidewalk.
I was without my cell phone, so I could only call the manager's office from my building's touchpad. The woman who answered told me, "I can't help you. Go find a friend to stay with until the morning." [click]
Yeah, walking around the streets of San Francisco at somewhere around midnight in nothing but a long-sleeve shirt with the temperatures in the low 40s hoping someone I know in the city will open their door is probably not the smartest move. So I stayed put. I fetaled myself next to my door and just prayed I would fall asleep and wake up to someone from my building opening my door.
No such luck.
Even though I was inside the building, the hallway isn't heated. I was cold and still feeling sick to my stomach. The floor is hard. I get maybe 1 to 2 hours of sleep.
Other tenants walk by me starting around, what I guess is, 4am. They ask me if I'm okay and I explain the situation succinctly. They all wish me good luck. At 7am, some tenants I had previously had a brief encounter offer to take me in for a little while and let me use their phone to call the landlord.
I go into the unit, make the call (I have to leave a voicemail) and take a few sips of water the woman gives me. Minutes later, I go puke in their toilet. Ugh. I fall asleep sitting up on their couch. About 30 minutes later, I wake up feeling sick again. They have a cat and the allergies are taking their toll. The snot the cat hair stirred up has made a beeline into my stomach and my stomach is not pleased. I throw up in their toilet. Again.
They have to get to work, so I leave their place at 8am. I express as much gratitude as I can muster.
I go to sit in front of my door again. About 30 minutes later, someone from the building shows up and lets me in.
I lay in my bed for a couple of minutes... and, yes. Again.
I hobble back into bed and pass out until I get woken up by a phone call at 4:30pm. It's Russian Girl from work. People are worried. I don't blame them. I apologize for not calling and tell pretty much this very story to her and fall asleep again until 6pm.
I thought, at first, this was a case of drinking too much. But 3 drinks does not do this to me, not even on an empty stomach. I've tried retracing my steps through the night. When I stopped in to Carl's Jr to unsuccessfully use the restroom, did I touch something that was tainted? It's the one at Civic Center with drug addicts and all kinds of degenerates in it, so who knows what kinds of diseases are in that place. Did that "free" drink at the bar have something dropped in it? Maybe it was food poisoning from my lunch earlier that day? Just like me getting locked out of my apartment, I'll never know.
What I do know, however, is that this is definitely making the top 10 of worst days of my life.
The End.