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This post might be a bit ... gross I suppose, so, if you find yourself ... (is squeamish the word?) I do suggest you don't read.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I have this record going. I haven't actually been sick since I was around seven or eight. (By sick, I mean throwing up.) I remember the last time I was sick, Aunt Petunia made me clean up the bathroom afterwards. Needless to say, I was tempted to make myself sick all over her bedroom, but, I refrained. Anyhow, as I lied in bed last night, I honestly thought I was about to be sick.
It started out with this pain in my stomach. It was a very ... subtle pain, and it would come and go. It started kind of in my lower stomach, then worked its way up to my ... middle abdomen? It felt like the muscles in my stomach were burning. Not pleasant. So, I curled up on my side and just willed myself to go to sleep. I figured this would lead to two situations. One, I would puke all over myself in my sleep, or two, I would sleep it off and wake up fine. (I was leaning towards the latter.) So, the burning kept happening, it was a bit sporadic, then, I got that icky, nasty burning coated feeling in the back of my throat. I really thought I was going to be sick, but dammit I didn't want to break my record. So, I got up and went downstairs to the common room, and instead curled up by the fireplace. It was Friday, and just a bit after eleven, so Hermione was downstairs doing some work. I lied down on the floor in front of the fireplace, and told her what was wrong. She said something about gravity and how it ... I don't know, but she said I was more likely to be ill if I stayed lying down. I didn't want to sit though, because I felt I was more likely to be ill sitting. It didn't pass though, so she went all Mother-like on me and was like -
'Sit up!'
So I sat, and she put the blanket over me and a pillow behind my head, and told me how to breathe. I felt like I was in lamase class or something of the sort, and, I still didn't feel any better. She suggested I just make myself throw up, because sometimes that can make you feel better. Puking is one of your bodies ways of ridding itself of something it doesn't want or need - yadda yadda yadda. I explained my situation to her though, (the record) and she just rolled her eyes.
I went back up to bed when she did, and woke up Ron because I hit my knee on the bedpost and kind of swore. So he sat up and mumbled something, and I told him I was going to be sick. He told me which direction to be sick in if I was, then proceeded to tell me all about different Fred and George stories, which, although disgusting, didn't make me sick. He started talking about food though, and that nearly did it. I threatened to throw up on him, and I guess he saw how serious I was, because he shut up, and we both went to sleep.
So I woke up fine, thankfully, and that is the end of my story. I don't know why I felt the need to share it, I guess I was just a bit keen to tell everyone I had the amazing ability to talk myself out of puking.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I have this record going. I haven't actually been sick since I was around seven or eight. (By sick, I mean throwing up.) I remember the last time I was sick, Aunt Petunia made me clean up the bathroom afterwards. Needless to say, I was tempted to make myself sick all over her bedroom, but, I refrained. Anyhow, as I lied in bed last night, I honestly thought I was about to be sick.
It started out with this pain in my stomach. It was a very ... subtle pain, and it would come and go. It started kind of in my lower stomach, then worked its way up to my ... middle abdomen? It felt like the muscles in my stomach were burning. Not pleasant. So, I curled up on my side and just willed myself to go to sleep. I figured this would lead to two situations. One, I would puke all over myself in my sleep, or two, I would sleep it off and wake up fine. (I was leaning towards the latter.) So, the burning kept happening, it was a bit sporadic, then, I got that icky, nasty burning coated feeling in the back of my throat. I really thought I was going to be sick, but dammit I didn't want to break my record. So, I got up and went downstairs to the common room, and instead curled up by the fireplace. It was Friday, and just a bit after eleven, so Hermione was downstairs doing some work. I lied down on the floor in front of the fireplace, and told her what was wrong. She said something about gravity and how it ... I don't know, but she said I was more likely to be ill if I stayed lying down. I didn't want to sit though, because I felt I was more likely to be ill sitting. It didn't pass though, so she went all Mother-like on me and was like -
'Sit up!'
So I sat, and she put the blanket over me and a pillow behind my head, and told me how to breathe. I felt like I was in lamase class or something of the sort, and, I still didn't feel any better. She suggested I just make myself throw up, because sometimes that can make you feel better. Puking is one of your bodies ways of ridding itself of something it doesn't want or need - yadda yadda yadda. I explained my situation to her though, (the record) and she just rolled her eyes.
I went back up to bed when she did, and woke up Ron because I hit my knee on the bedpost and kind of swore. So he sat up and mumbled something, and I told him I was going to be sick. He told me which direction to be sick in if I was, then proceeded to tell me all about different Fred and George stories, which, although disgusting, didn't make me sick. He started talking about food though, and that nearly did it. I threatened to throw up on him, and I guess he saw how serious I was, because he shut up, and we both went to sleep.
So I woke up fine, thankfully, and that is the end of my story. I don't know why I felt the need to share it, I guess I was just a bit keen to tell everyone I had the amazing ability to talk myself out of puking.