I am terribly ill at the moment. Drink may have been involved in the disease collection phase, but all I've to drink for two days now is a glass of bad red wine. It helped a lot the last time I was sick. This time? Well, lets read an illustrative scene from my night's "rest":

Time: 4.30 am
Location: My bed
What happened: had something explode in my dream and I'm fairly sure important things were in the explosion. I woke up and started heading to the bathroom. On my way I had a philsophical dilemma:
I felt the need to both vomit violently and explode out of my colon. Which gets precedence?

After a moment of teasing with allowing the vomit to fly, I wisely chose to allow the poop freedom. I was then able to keep my gorge down.

What I learned: I'd rather clean up a cold bathroom floor at 4.30 am that is covered in vomit then drop a duece in my pants.

Go me, learning stuff about myself in the oddest of times.

Labels: illness, poop, self awareness, vomit

- posted by Pat @ 9:28 AM