Wednesday, December 20, 2006...11:21 am
in and Out
I woke up to a spinning bed. I lifted my eyelids and saw the walls moving. I wanted to get up. I had to go to the bathroom but my limbs refused to obey. Once more, ‘get up!’, once more, nothing. I waited for the gods to save me from myself.
And then the Mister started talking. Snapshots in my head, last night’s events replaying in a blur. Bile rose in my throat but I kept it down. I said something and he helped me to the bathroom. The toilet is my friend, but nothing. My body was in protest and refused to budge. I walked out, got dressed and zigzagged my way to the kitchen. Bile rose in my throat, and refused to back down. My stomach decided it was time. The secret was out.
Shots of unidentified crap, cup upon cup of beer..chips, fried pork, potato salad, salsa..crap. I filled an entire mug with crap. Did my twisted self really aim for that mug?
The Mister and his soothing words, his warm hand up and down my back, at a time like this? The stench, the ick, and yet there he was. He cleaned up my mess in the sink before leaving for work. Kissed me on the lips like nothing happened. It’s love isn’t it?
So now I sit here, with a bitter taste in my mouth and a budding headache typing away. My headache cure went to work.
2 Comments
Thursday, December 21, 2006 at 11:15 pm
I hope he came back! Ack! Sounds horrible. I hope you’re feeling better today.
Cheers
BC
Saturday, December 23, 2006 at 1:24 pm
heehee..he did but not until after waaaaaaaay later.
It was one of those- I promise not to drink too much ever again! -kind of days..completely idiotic. But the photos from the nigh before were funny.. 
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