random moments in nausea...
yesterday i went over to my parents' house to help mom with dad. he decided he wanted a fried egg and home fries for lunch. he got the first bite in his mouth and immediately gagged and wretched. clearly it wasn't a hit with his body. he was sitting there fighting the nausea...trying to keep everything down when my cell phone rang and my sister called:
araba: "oh. my. god. i am so hurt! i drank too much last night and now i am busted."
me: "oh no! did you have fun getting that way? what did you do?"
araba: "it was a couple peoples' birthdays, so we went out to celebrate. my liver is like 'girl you are not 21 anymore!' i drank vodka cocktails, did shots, and then drank beer."
me: "what! you drank vodka drinks, shots AND BEER?!"
DAD out of nowhere: "ooooh! a boilermaker! wine, liquor, and beer."
me: "it has a NAME? who the hell would do a thing like that on purpose?!"
dad: "i did it often. the effects were ossifying."
i'm so glad that reminiscing about being nauseous snapped my dad out of his current nausea.
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araba: "oh. my. god. i am so hurt! i drank too much last night and now i am busted."
me: "oh no! did you have fun getting that way? what did you do?"
araba: "it was a couple peoples' birthdays, so we went out to celebrate. my liver is like 'girl you are not 21 anymore!' i drank vodka cocktails, did shots, and then drank beer."
me: "what! you drank vodka drinks, shots AND BEER?!"
DAD out of nowhere: "ooooh! a boilermaker! wine, liquor, and beer."
me: "it has a NAME? who the hell would do a thing like that on purpose?!"
dad: "i did it often. the effects were ossifying."
i'm so glad that reminiscing about being nauseous snapped my dad out of his current nausea.
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