I awoke at 5 in the morning to a stirring in my abdomen, and a notable increase in salivation. Recognizing the signs of an impending fit of vomiting, I rushed to the bathroom. Having vomited in my mouth already before managing to get out of bed, I had to transport the sickly mixture among my teeth and tongue for a number of steps. After a few more surges of sick into the bathroom sink, it subsided and I stumbled back to bed after washing my mouth out.
Three hours later, I awoke again with a shiver, a burning abdominal pain and a sickly nausea. I go to the bathroom and vomit again. Every movement I make causes pain to my now sensitive innards. I have vomited three more times since I woke up and I feel like I'm getting worse.
This shit sucks ass.
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No. I can't stop puking, it has to be the flu or something.
I'm like 8 foot 4
Blond hair to the floor
You shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
No I ain't got a gun
No I never really been in a club
Still live with my parents but I'm still a thug
I'm so gangster you can find me baking cookies at night
You out clubbing but I just made caramel delight
T-Swift and T-Pain rapping on the same track
It's a thug story, tell me can you handle that?
[T-Pain & Taylor:]
I had a dream last night
[Taylor Swift:]
I had high top Nikes
I had
[T-Pain & Taylor:]
Diamonds in my mouth
And Diamonds on my mic
[Taylor Swift:]
By the time I woke I was singing
[T-Pain:]
I'm on a boat, whoa oh
[Taylor Swift:]
Cause I'm a singer turned rapper
[T-Pain:]
Shorty I'm a make ya
[Taylor Swift:]
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/thug-story-lyrics-taylor-swift.html ]
Straight to the top, yo
[T-Pain:]
Shorty I'm a take ya
[Taylor Swift:]
You can call me T-Sweezy
Now I'm a rap star
[T-Pain:]
Hey, It's a thug story
Now tell 'em who you are
Singer turned gangster
[Taylor Swift:]
You don't want to fight me
[T-Pain:]
Straight to the top
[Taylor Swift:]
In my extra small white tee
[T-Pain:]
T-Swift and T-Pain all up on the same track
It's a thug story now can you get with that?
[Taylor Swift (T-Pain):]
What, What, I knit sweaters, yo!
What, What, Don't test me (Beep)
Hey, Hold on, hold on
I didn't even say anything I- (What?)
I said Yo (yup)
You guys bleeped me and I didn't even say anything
I didn't swear (She didn't even swear)
Hello? Ugh!
Did you eat any seafood yesterday? This sounds a lot like when I got food poisoning. Especially the burning nausea. If it feels horrible enough that you would almost welcome death then it may be food poisoning.
If that virus were a person, I'd pistol whip the shit out of it. It stole my goddamn Saturday. I didn't do shit yesterday but hunch over trash bins and vomit up stomach acid/bile/whatever I attempted to eat or drink.
EDIT: Also, pot helped.
It'll make you feel better.