Disclaimer: If you’re not a fan of reading about bodily functions such as bowel movements and vomiting and such, you should probably stop reading…now.
The following is, in part, a continuation from a journal entry I made a couple of days ago including more thoughts as I’ve recalled the last few days in my head…. This episode’s a little longer because it includes the other fun things that were happening outside of the vomiting. Please forgive the length.
I begin to gag.
By this time, Sarah had left the room, but Becca had entered the room and tosses me a plastic bag that we’ve been using for trash. So, I’m vomiting into a trash bag and all I hear is Keryn saying, “Oh gosh, I can’t hear this! I hate the World Race! I hate the World Race!” Becca responds, “Find a happy place! Find a happy place!” and Keryn replies, “I don’t have any more happy places!”
As I’m vomiting.
Enter Sarah. She takes one look at me and says, “eeww! Is she puking?!” All I could do was answer her, with my face still in the bag. Laughter erupted again.
Eventually, I stop vomiting but, unfortunately, my nose was running…bad. I wanted to find something to wipe it with, but I needed both hands to dig through my backpack. However, I was still holding both handles of the plastic bag in each hand so as to catch the snot falling from my nose in the trash as opposed to the floor.
Dilemma.
All of this eventually died. Sarah makes a comment about comparing our lives on the Race to what prison would be like and then asks, “Is this because of those delicious things we ate for dinner? ’cause I had four of them and I’m fine!” I start gagging again.
A few minutes pass. I’m still gagging and Keryn calls out to Becca, “can you toss me a Malaria pill?!” over the sounds of my gags. Becca giggles.
At this point, I’m not really paying a lot of attention to what else is going on in the room except that there was a lot of laughter still, but gather from Becca, it went something like this:
Keryn and Sarah are now sitting together on Sarah’s bed and get into a small debate. Sarah wants Keryn to encourage her, but Keryn won’t give her the kind of encouragement Sarah thinks is “not generic.” Then, Keryn says, “I like your earrings. I like your shirt,” and Sarah just tells her, “Um no.” Keryn launches into a spiel about encouragement not being given after someone demands it or something like that, and finishes with, “and THAT’S feedback!” Shortly after that, Sarah tells Keryn, “Your boobs look good in that shirt, ” and Keryn doesn’t appreciate this comment. Sarah responds with “What? It’s a compliment.”
Becca gets up to leave the room, and – for whatever reason – I am now aware of what’s going on. All I hear is Keryn say, “Wait. Wait. Come back! I like you.” …and I laugh again!
Eventually, all gagging stops, though my tummy’s still rumbly, and I’m sitting up with back against the wall. Sarah leaves to brush her teeth and Keryn quickly whispers to Becca, “Quick! You have to find her water bottle!” Becca asks why and Keryn responds, “so we can crush up some melatonin or something in it! She’ll never go to sleep otherwise!” By this time, it’s close to midnight. But, Sarah had slept ’til close to noon that day and was wide awake and tends to want to play games and/or cuddle when all we want to do is sleep. Becca responds, “Oh my goodness! It would work out perfectly too! I’ve got the kind that’s mint flavored and dissolves in your mouth. She’d think it was just her toothpaste!”
[Believe it or not, we really do all love each other. Moreso now after the events of this night, I think!]
As time passes, things in the room settle down a little, though, internally, I was still struggling. Becca’s now in the hallway. I end up having to step over her as I head to the toilet to vomit, big time. I walked in, lifted the lid and prepared to vomit … into a toilet full of other people’s deposits that HAD NOT BEEN FLUSHED due to the lack of water.
I’m pretty sure I uttered an audible, “Oh God!” before unleashing the fury and ridding my tummy of all it’s contents. …then, I found the jug of water sitting outside the door and attempted to pour it all away.
I failed.
