Revenge is a dish best served warm and chunky--sincerely, the year old milk
I wake up the next day with a horrible stomachache. I don't think this 12-Month old milk is done with its revenge.....
Sara comes down.
"Hey, little bro. How's your stomach?"
"Still sick..." I moan.
"You gonna puke?"
I nod, as my esophagus fills with liquid. She grabs a trash can, and I throw up chunks of expired milk. Sara strokes my hair, as I vomit again.
"Josh, you okay?"
"No, I was stupid enough to drink 12-month old milk..."
I heave again. Sara strokes my cheek, and grabs some food for me. She pulls out fucking Taco Bell. I grimace.
"Are you crazy sis? I'm gonna do the biggest technicolour yawn if I eat that!"
She pulls out my favorite, volcano tacos.
I look at it, then shrug off the sick feeling.
I bite into it, and feel my stomach protest, as I choke down each bite. I finally finish, and Sara is staring at me.
"Josh? You okay little bro?"
I start groaning, as my stomach spins around. Sara strokes my hair, and I hold my stomach, hoping I can contain it. She looks at me, and kisses my sweaty hair.
"Sis, I think I'm going to puke!" I scream, as I feel my gag reflex.
Sara, being like a second mom, coaxes me to my feet, as she leads me into the bathroom. I am holding in it all, and I see Matt, Ian and Mike in the hallway. I quickly look away, and stagger to the bathroom. I know I'm gonna hurl any second. I'm shaking with each footstep.
All I can think is, "just a few more steps Ramsay...almost there....don't barf. I repeat, dont barf...."
I'm not one meter from the bathroom, and I can't hold it in! I open my mouth, and soak the carpet with tacos, and chunks of expired milk. I feel it burn, as more vomit comes out. Sara quickly grabs a trash can, as I heave.
And the worst part is.....everyone saw me puke...and the neighbors probably could hear it too....
I want to crawl in a hole, and hide for a week.
I'm not talking about Pheniox and Jayce spit up, but full on blowing chunks. It wasn't that quiet though, mom was in the backyard, and could hear me puke.
I catch my breath, and look at the steaming mess on the floor. I feel like round two is coming....
I open my mouth, only to vomit more. I cough, as the vomit burns. I have tears in my eyes, from my stomach pains I now have.
I look at everyone wearily, "Anybody got a coke zero?"
Matt laughs, as do Ian, Mike and Sara. I look at them.
"I'm serious!! I need some c--"
I feel my guts rise up my throat, as I vomit.
Yep. 3rd times a charm.
I finally have stopped, and I'm crying now. This is so embarrassing...
I want to be normal. I've had the boys, so why am I puking so much?!
hi Sam!! Josh needs like, hyper flu knockout meds.r&r please? :) xo jules