Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The worst 2.69

I have ever spent. I got a shake at an un-named fast food restaurant. Now let it be known beforehand this post is graphic, so those of weak or low constitution scores should stop here. So I drank it, it was good, but two hours later I felt weird as I was pulling into my driveway. I walked in the door and realized I was drooling, like really salivating something fierce. So I went into the bathroom and braced myself. It had been about six years since I had last lost my lunch (I was at my girlfriend's house for dinner, stuffed myself full, then she gave me a huge hug... yeah, the Heimlich after eating does induce vomiting... fyi) so I was on a streak. I had always hated vomit, the smell, the inconsistent consistency, really the whole idea. Especially how the smell of vomit induces vomiting. In that time I had helped countless friends as they paid homage to the mighty pearl god of porcelain, I had even cleaned up after some children and siblings who were sick from time to time. So I braced myself and assumed the position... you know exactly what I mean so stop snickering. I began to spit out mouth fulls of water, not from my stomach but from my glands, I have never before seen so much saliva... well maybe except from a dog over a course of hours. Then it happened, three great heaves, each producing a more-solid-than-not gelatinous glob, pink in coloration. This was quite disturbing as I had formerly drank a vanilla milkshake... not strawberry. Four times this occurred in rapid succession, nearly filling the gaping maw of the beast before me. I washed myself in the sink and texted my medical contact about the situation. She called and we began discussing my various options when it hit again. One last time and I swear that had to be everything my little stomach could hold. Well, its over now. Frankly I try to live without fear of such things... and generally avoid doctors. My philosophy is simple, the only one I need to fear is God, and he will kill me either when he's tired of me or when he is good and ready to do so, and I cant fight that so why try. But so far this day, I still live. Better luck next time Man.

In an unrelated note the MB is back up.

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