I had the pleasure of waking up today, at 6.30 in the morning, to a violently painful stomach. Ran to the toilet (thank goodness it's just outside my room door) and promptly did what should never be mentioned in a blog. Back to sleep and ten minutes later, I'm up again and emptying my bowels. Another ten minutes later and the routine is starting to get old.
Went to school with a fever and stomach cramps (not those caused by monthly flowers, please) and I managed to survive Bio. After that, I promptly (well, more like slowly) went to the office to call for help. Ah... S.O.S. My stomach is screaming foul! And I didn't even eat any foul fowl, fiendish fish nor food.
Got back home and as I passed across the treshhold of my lovely home... I broke out into a rabid run and SLAM! I'm back to haunting my toilet.
So... today in a nutshell.
-Woke up violently from a queer dream to run into toilet three seperate times.
-Went to school, lasted through Bio, sent out smoke signal to get picked up (thank you Alexander Graham Bell) and missed Chemistry (Joy to the world).
-Came home and introduced my bum to the toilet seat. Both become intimately familiar with each other after the third time in half an hour of "coincidentally" meeting up.
-I've become the ghost of my loo.
Oh joy.
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3 comments:
Reminds me of a post Kai Sheng wrote once. I really, really wish I hadn't read it :-)
Plus: Chatterbox gone?
Noo...my chatterbox is there. Waiting, and wishing, adn crying from lack of attention.
What post was that?
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