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 (bigger) While hugging the toilet in the middle of the night, I wondered if this was some kind of punishment. I racked my brain frantically, trying to remember if I had done anything wrong in the past few months. I couldn't think of anything. Another wave was coming and once again into the toilet bowl... It has not been a good year for my health. Granted I caught one cold back in November, I think the stomach flu caps it off. I had it once when I was much younger; it had knocked me out for the duration of winter break, in which I sat unhappily (and painfully) inside while everyone was out sledding. Having it now, when I'm older-- it's a big difference. Instead of it lasting for a week, it lasted for 2 days. Still painful but more manageable, or as manageable as it can be. I found myself lying on the bathroom floor, waiting and waiting and waiting. There's something oddly comforting about the bathroom floor, just the feeling of the cold tiles against your skin. I was hugging the toilet for what felt like an eternity. By the end, I didn't feel better but I felt relieved. I didn't feel feverish anymore, so I hauled myself back to bed. But it was far from over because the next morning, it happened again. At that point, I was getting angry. I looked at my stomach and said, "Are you kidding me?! There's nothing left! How is this still happening?" Eventually it subsided, but not before I broke down in tears. God, I haven't cried in months (I swear, I'm not a robot; I just don't cry a lot), and there I was, slumped against the bathroom wall, crying. "I don't understand," was what kept going through my head. Whether I was referring to my stomach or to life (probably both), I don't know. Eventually the tears subsided, and I pulled myself up off the floor. Just say no... to the stomach flu. |
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