Before I just into all, I should start for when it all started. Friday!
I was looking a little vampire pale. Minus the sparkling skin. That would have been nice. No…. I was looking like shit! So I laid down feeling very queasy and eventually I fell asleep.
Then at 2am I woke up with my intense pain in my stomach and then that’s where the Vomit Falls started happening!
At least I was a big girl about it and walked to the restroom and waited. I can’t even begin to tell you how much throwing up sucked!
And even after throwing up one time, two times, even three… I would not feel better!
Around the fifth time, I was super weak and just heaving now. I think I started talking crazy. I was like a scene from 12 Monkeys. Hmm, come to think of it that was a movie I caught on HBO this weekend.
I was deranged! I felt like fainting. After awhile, I thought damnit, I am going to die in the bathroom. However, the thought didn’t bother me as I thought about it more. In fact,I was welcoming it.
“Sweet Baby Jesus Take Me!” I screamed. Or probably thought I screamed. My stomach inside were in flames… was I burning? Like if I was preparing to enter the only place I knew seemed reasonable for a person like me? Gulp … hell?!
Did it matter that my eternal soul was in jeopardy? Frankly, no because I was trying to cough up my stomach & I just wanted it all over. Whether it was in hell or somewhere else.
Somehow later I woke and was feeling a bit better as in the flames were gone and so was the spinning. I still felt sick and very weak.
Clearly Jesus nor the Devil wanted me… that sucked.
I need to start looking into this new religion called Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Seriously… this is legit!
And the moral of the story … is Gas Prices Suck!
Give me lower gas prices or give me death!