Feeling Disgustingly Sick

03/21/2013

Feeling Disgustingly SickTHURSDAY
21st March 2013, 11.56 AM.

Hello Bloopers.

WARNING: These entries I'm writing are small and big spoilers for The Holiday Week In A Nutshell, which I will be posting this Saturday hopefully.

Guess what? I'm sick! Ugh. Fever? Cough? Blocked nose? Nope, nada, no. I am forcing myself to write this. Why? *Dramatic pose* It is my duty (LOL)! Even though it's gving me a headache...

Well! So what's wrong with me? I woke up this morning feeling slightly queasy with my stomach feeling empty. I suppose I was just hungry but I felt at the same time like I couldn't eat a single thing. I thought maybe it was one of those Stomach Attacks but it proved not to be later on. After bathing and praying, I snuggled down in bed, thinking it would make me feel better. Earlier on, I had felt like vomiting but held it in, as I thought it was like one of those times when I burped and some vomit came up but I forced it down and all was OK after that. Unfortunately, I really had to throw up but I didn't know. As it is, I vomited on the bed. Yew. No digested food, though, just yellow water (?!). My mom rushed me to the toilet, where I vomited some more. I was thinking that it must've been the apple juice I drank yesterday but my mom said it was because I ate my pizza without washing my hands last night. That was more likely, but then, where was all the digested pizza? Anyway, I went to bed again (on the other bed, where my brother and father sleeps in). I wasn't hungry (had no appetite) I didn't want to follow my father to McDonald's. I slumped on the coach. I had a feeling that I wanted to pass motion but I accidentally fell asleep. My mom woke me up, asking if I wanted to go to the toilet or anything. I immediately said yes. Ugh, the poop was all melt-y and right after that, I vomited again. After that I fell asleep but not before my father set two plastic bags on either side of me. He explained that just in case I needed to throw up again, I could use them as barf bags. Then, I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, my brother was there. Good thing too because I was going to barf again and he quickly picked up the bag on my right, which had fallen off the bed. Then, I threw up. Later on, my parents had brought me pancakes from McDonald's. Unfortunately, I couldn't eat it but I forced myself a few bites anyway, because I had to drink the medicine that my father had bought me.

That's why I hate to vomit. It was so disgusting! I'm feeling decidedly better, though. Am hungry but I can't bear at the thought of eating.

Have a healthy, non-disgusting day, everyone.
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