a story about throw up
warning: i understand that not everyone likes to talk about throw up. my brother laughed and thought my story was "cool," but he's twenty one and a guy. anyways, you've been warned.
on our way home from jay's wedding banquet, my stomach started lurching. not in the "hey i'm really nervous" way, but in the "ohmygosh something is going to come up and out" way. anyways, i sucked it up and sipped water as we sped along the 880, me being especially careful not to yak all over jacob's seats. i was going to roll down the windows and stick my head out like a dog, but clara was in the backseat and i didn't want to subject her to the huge gush of wind and cold that sitting in the backseat will do.
we finally made it back to my house and i ran upstairs, kneeled beside the toilet and held my hair back as I waited for the inevitable. after a few motions of dry heaving, it finally all came gushing out and trust me, it was disgusting. and why is it that all vomit smells the same?
while yakking, i momentarily closed my mouth and for some reason, it started streaming out of my nose instead. wow. that horrible vomit smell was now gushing through my nose, not to mention the actual vomit liquid. it took many many good blows to finally get all the junk out. trust me, it is a nasty experience to blow your nose and see spinach. so unnatural. i can still kind of smell it.
a couple of hours later, i had pretty much ridded of all the offensive material in my stomach, and probably everything else in my stomach. i haven't figured out what the offensive material was exactly, but man, it was vile.
love,
allison
on our way home from jay's wedding banquet, my stomach started lurching. not in the "hey i'm really nervous" way, but in the "ohmygosh something is going to come up and out" way. anyways, i sucked it up and sipped water as we sped along the 880, me being especially careful not to yak all over jacob's seats. i was going to roll down the windows and stick my head out like a dog, but clara was in the backseat and i didn't want to subject her to the huge gush of wind and cold that sitting in the backseat will do.
we finally made it back to my house and i ran upstairs, kneeled beside the toilet and held my hair back as I waited for the inevitable. after a few motions of dry heaving, it finally all came gushing out and trust me, it was disgusting. and why is it that all vomit smells the same?
while yakking, i momentarily closed my mouth and for some reason, it started streaming out of my nose instead. wow. that horrible vomit smell was now gushing through my nose, not to mention the actual vomit liquid. it took many many good blows to finally get all the junk out. trust me, it is a nasty experience to blow your nose and see spinach. so unnatural. i can still kind of smell it.
a couple of hours later, i had pretty much ridded of all the offensive material in my stomach, and probably everything else in my stomach. i haven't figured out what the offensive material was exactly, but man, it was vile.
love,
allison
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