WARNING: THIS LIVERJOURNAL ENTRY IS NOT FOR CHILDREN OR THE WEAK OF STOMACH.

Dec 02, 2004 17:43

Man, being sick sucks. It really really sucks.

(ASIDE:)Ya see, last night I went to the Bridge-Way Diner (one of my favorite local restaurants), and had my usual--an OBPD (a cheeseburger) and a cup of chicken noodle soup.  It's good stuff, no matter how sick I get afterwards.(end ASIDE)

Somehow, it seems that I'm not able to finish my delightful delicacy of a dinner.  Which makes sense, as I had a hot dog, fries, and a Coke for lunch.  But as the hours go on into the night, I come to the conclusion that my stomach really fucking hurts.  Like, it's in pain on the verge of nausea.  My Dad doesn't have any Tums, so I get to consume Liquichalk (or, in medical terms, Maalox).  And it tastes exactly like my name might suggest--liquid chalk.

(ASIDE:) So, I play some Star Wars: Battlefront from my PS2 demo disc.  Damn, this is one kick-ass game.  It's like SOCOM meets Star Wars.  And you can play as either a Rebel soldier or an Empire soldier.  Being the good, good boy I am, I usually play as a Rebel. (end ASIDE)

Eventually, my stomach turns to strictly nausea.  If I lay in my bed on my side, it grumbles.  If I lay on my back, it tries to claw its way through my body.  So, I'm awake until 3:00 AM.

At which point, I feel a tenseness in my chin-neck area.  Now, I've thrown up many a time in my life (including twelve times in one night before I took the SATs for the first time (and I think it's pretty cool that I got an 880 overall on them after throwing up twelve times)).  And right before it starts, I can't move my jaw.  It's tense.  I furiously throw the covers off, and run (yes, Danielle, I ran) to the bathroom.  I slide on my knees to the toilet, rest my head on the comfy seat and BAM!  My chunks are blown for fifteen minutes.

So, usually after I throw up, I feel much better.  Which I did.  So I get to sleep, finally, mad about the fact that if I go to school, I'll only have like two-point-five hours of sleep.  Not good for a history presentation.

So 6 AM comes, and my dad wakes me up, asks how I feel.  I say that I have to go anyway because I have to present my history thing.  I get up, and go to the bathroom.  And I realize that I'm nauseous again.  "Screw it," I says to meself, and I tell my Dad that I don't want to go.  So, I get back into the bed, and sleep on and off until around 9:30.  I take a shower, and when I get out, I get (GASP) tense in my chin-neck-area.  This time I'm ready.  I kneel down over the toilet, put my head on the comfy soft seat, and BAM!  I vomit again.   I feel good again, and I get dressed etc.

My parents leave for work around 11 or so, and I take a nap.  And DAMN did I nap--until about  two in the afternoon.  After watching two episodes of "Dilbert" and an old Christmas special of "Boy Meets World" (which I only watched cause there was nothing else on), I call my mom at work.  She tells me that I can't eat anything all day, until she gets home around 8.  I'm confined to flat soda and water.   Oh well...

I napped again until around 4, and then found out about homework and such.  And now, here I am.
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