reality really bites

can’t decide which is worse -

visiting the throne 5 times in a span of 3 hours till u have a sorer than sore asshole

or

throwing up every single freaking thing that went through your esophagus

i had the latter. it was a hellish early morning.

can’t remember when was the last time i feel this sick. probably last year or something.

so bad i actually wished i was dead (after 2 seconds i took it back of course)

is this akin to the morning sickness that mothers to be experience during pregnancy? i don’t know but if it is, someone had better come up with something that will take away all the throwing up or i will never have kids. i was already screaming blue murder in the first 3 hours of throwing up, imagine 3 months of that.

after a jab by the doc and a whole load of pills, i’m feeling much better and wondering if i should go kaypo at the sales tomr.

one thing for sure, i will never look at macaroni and cheese the same way again.