I am SO so SO glad that after I hurled the oatmeal I was hoping would settle my stomach, into my workspace trash can, I told them that I was going home ASAP.
Dennis was sweet enough to take the day offa school (one class) to bring me the keys, at first, but then came home with me to care for me, and bought me water, ginger ale and juice...
The ENTIRE way home from work, I was in agony. Pure and simple.
It just kept getting worse and worse feeling, as we were on the bus line home after getting to Berkeley, I was streaming tears and cursing under my breath any hold up with getting me home.
It felt like the worst cramps I've ever had, times ten, and sporatically attacking reigons of my tummy.
Unbearable.
When I got off the bus, Dennis gave me the keys and said he'd meet me at home after picking up my drinks. Almost immediately out of his presence I started a super vomitty walk of shame the three blocks it took to get home. My knees felt like buckling and I was gasping desperately for breath inbetween heaves... Misery.
Once I got home, it REALLY took off. Vomiting and pain so intense that I was cursing to God, Lord, Jesus, begging for mercy. Coming from an Atheist, this only happens in severe moments of fright or sheer unmanagable pain.
Dennis had to listen to this, unrelenting, from 12 to 4.
I am just so so so relieved that even though I didn't feel "miserable" at the time, that I chose to leave despite any suspicions or scrutiny from management, because... otherwise?
I would have been puking into one trash, shitting in another and crumpled in cursey, INSANE quantities of pain.
I imagine, if I waited for it to get bad before I left, I may have murdered innocent people on the way home...
Right now, I just awoke from a nap and feel a lot better than before.
Anywho kids, the point is: BE FUCKING WARES, THERE IS LIKE A 24 HR *DEATHBUG* GOING AROUND.
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