My head is throbbing. My mouth is dry. My throat hurts all over, up to my nasal canal. It’s not used to pulled pork and cauliflowers coming out through my two nostrils. I got bad diarrhea. I can barely walk or stand because my head is spinning. I want to sleep but I can’t because my head is throbbing.
I ate something bad. I have no idea what it was.
This all happened today when we visited the Grand Canyon. I started to feel it on the way back, during the 1 and a 1/2 hour bus ride. I felt nauseous and my stomach started hurting. I used the rest room before leaving and it wasn’t pretty. I used it again during the stop over and it was the same thing. I also barfed a bit before boarding the bus. During the ride home I was just in a half fetal position wincing with every bump on the road. I finally decided to get up and use the toilet in the bus. It wasn’t pretty again. And then I vomited.
It was violent.
My insides contracted and twisted and turned all over, giving everything they got to expel everything I ate. The vomit drowned out my grunts. My whole abdominal area ached after that.
When we finally got back to the hotel, the bus toilet incident just repeated itself. No guttural grunts this time. Just gaps for air in between the times I hurled. Even when barely anything was coming out anymore, my insides still kept contracting, like it was rely desperate to get rid of whatever bug I ate.
This is my body purging the poison. The bug didn’t cause me to vomit. If it had its way, it would make sure everything I ate stayed inside me so most of its bug friends would remain. It was my body and my own defense system caused me to hurl everything I ate.
It’s not pretty. It’s a terrible feeling. But I have to go through this. Whatever could destroy me from within has to go, even when the process is more painful than I’d like it to be.
Right now, there’s nothing much I can do but rest and let my body repair itself. It’s done a good job before. I think I can trust it again now.
I’ve been seeing all sorts of Frozen parodies. So earlier today, I got bored and an idea popped into my mind. What if Elsa and Anna were super conyo kids? Here’s how “Do you want to build a snowman?” would be like… I guess.