BENEFITS OF BEING SICK
November 9th 2009 16:01
After Eva left I became awfully sick, not because Eva left but because I had eaten something pretty cruel the night before. I vomited and shitted and could barely move; the worst part of it was the night when my skin turned red and I could barely breathe. People kept dropping by, too, for no real reason but to eat my food and talk and laugh and not notice that I was drying.
“Can’t you see I’m sick?” I yelled at Jude, who decided to bring about four guys over for drinks.
“You know,” Jude said, “the best cure for food poisoning is milk.”
“Who told you that?”
“Don’t worry,” he said, “just drink some milk.”
“Really?”
“Yes really.”
I drank some milk and vomited it all out ten minutes later.
What the hell is it with getting sick? Why is it such a pain in the arse? I tried to get better by sweating it all out, so one night I wore three sweaters under three or so blankets and sweated and sweated.
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Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
It was either the jumpers or the sweating, or simple old time that did the job