Me against the world.
Recap: Yesterday, we were driving to KFC to eat. On the way, I was hella hungry. I think. I have trouble differentiating between needing to eat and needing to shit. ...so I did both. When we got there, I ate, then I was like, "Shit, I need to take a shit." So I went to the restroom and took a shit. And then, I was like, "I hate public restrooms."
Me: 0 - World: 2
Today, in the morning, I felt fine. I went to PE and was enthusiastic about shit and stuff. We were starting the badminton unit. It was fun.
Me: 1 - World: 2
Then in the locker room, I didn't have enough time to change, so I had to rush to ASL.
Me: 1 - World: 3
Then I felt hella hungry again. And so I wasn't paying much attention during class, just groaning, complaining, and trying not to cuss.
Me: 1 - World: 6
In passing period, I ate some of my lunch, but it didn't help. Then I went to math. Some time through the period, I went to the restroom. Here's the play-by-play. I left the class. I walked down the stairs slowly, feeling nauseous. Then I stopped. I felt like I was about to throw up, but I didn't realize that's what it was, because I hadn't thrown up in a long time. I got to the bottom of the stairs, by the restroom door, and half-threw-up. I'm like, "Fuck." Then I opened the door and spit in the sink, and got some of the water and rinsed my mouth 'cuz stomach acid is not the best taste in the world. Then I looked at all the toilets and found three that didn't look shitted up. Unfortunately for me, those doors don't lock. In fact, few of the doors even close. I found one that locked AND closed. I locked the door, flushed the toilet, wiped the seat and stuff, then sat down and proceeded to take a shit. A few people went into the bathroom, they probably were disturbed by the "Uuuughhh. Shiiit. Fuck. God..." Oh well. Anyway, so that didn't help much. When I was done, the same feeling of needing to throw up happened. Thankfully, there was a toilet right there. I half-threw-up again. It sucked. I felt like I should throw up, but I can't throw up on demand. I can't cry on demand, either, but that's a different story. I left the stall, washed my hands, and went back to math.
Me: 1 - World: 10
I didn't feel much better. So I left for the first-aid office. I went down the stairs, then down the other stairs to the main office, feeling nauseous along the way. I asked some dude where the first-aid office was. He was like, "House 2." And I was like, "Fuck, I walked down those stairs for nothing."
Me: 1 - World: 12
I went to the first-aid office, called my mom's work. No one picked up. I called her cell. Voicemail. So then I sat down. I felt weak and nauseous. And then, I - you guessed it - threw up. But like actual, full-on, serious vomiting. It like exploded out of my mouth and got all over my backpack and the floor and my clothes. Then, everyone was like, "Shit." And this guy got a trash can. By then, I had already got even more vomit all over everything. By the time the trash can arrived, I had stopped. This other guy got some paper towels and stuff to clean it up. Didn't help too much. :/ Then I went outside. I sat on the stair and stuff for a while until I was sure I wasn't gonna throw up again. I didn't. This guy came along, a janitor, and he had some disinfectant. Which was nice. He disinfected my backpack. :) Aaanyway. So then I tried calling my mom again. No answer. I was like, "Fuck......."
Me: 1 - World: 18
...until I remembered that I could call my mom's friend. But I was like, "Fuck, I don't know her num- Wait, the school's records have emergency conta- Oh, right. Cell phone address book." So I called, and she picked up, and I was like, "Yeah, my mom and dad are at work, and I like threw up and shit, can you pick me up and drive me hom- Oh, right. Forgot to mention my name. Yeah. This is Pandu." Lol. So then she picked me up and I was like, "Oh, crap, I don't have a key." But, of course, luckily enough she had one ('cuz she's my mom's friend, remember.) ... at home. So then she drove to her house, got a bunch of keys, then drove to my house. And yeah. So now I'm home. I took a shower and I don't feel so crappy anymore.
Final score:
Me: 1 - World: 18
Fun fact: That was the score for one of the more recent water polo games. :) Whatever other school lost by that much. :P
Now, this would've gone a lot better if it were twenty-four hours later. Why? My mom doesn't have work on Tuesdays. So she would've picked up her cell phone or the home phone, and then I'd already have left the first-aid office by the time I threw up. That's not the important part. The important part is that I would be standing, not sitting. So I would've vomited all over the floor, not my clothes and BACKPACK. >_>
...oh well.
Me: 0 - World: 2
Today, in the morning, I felt fine. I went to PE and was enthusiastic about shit and stuff. We were starting the badminton unit. It was fun.
Me: 1 - World: 2
Then in the locker room, I didn't have enough time to change, so I had to rush to ASL.
Me: 1 - World: 3
Then I felt hella hungry again. And so I wasn't paying much attention during class, just groaning, complaining, and trying not to cuss.
Me: 1 - World: 6
In passing period, I ate some of my lunch, but it didn't help. Then I went to math. Some time through the period, I went to the restroom. Here's the play-by-play. I left the class. I walked down the stairs slowly, feeling nauseous. Then I stopped. I felt like I was about to throw up, but I didn't realize that's what it was, because I hadn't thrown up in a long time. I got to the bottom of the stairs, by the restroom door, and half-threw-up. I'm like, "Fuck." Then I opened the door and spit in the sink, and got some of the water and rinsed my mouth 'cuz stomach acid is not the best taste in the world. Then I looked at all the toilets and found three that didn't look shitted up. Unfortunately for me, those doors don't lock. In fact, few of the doors even close. I found one that locked AND closed. I locked the door, flushed the toilet, wiped the seat and stuff, then sat down and proceeded to take a shit. A few people went into the bathroom, they probably were disturbed by the "Uuuughhh. Shiiit. Fuck. God..." Oh well. Anyway, so that didn't help much. When I was done, the same feeling of needing to throw up happened. Thankfully, there was a toilet right there. I half-threw-up again. It sucked. I felt like I should throw up, but I can't throw up on demand. I can't cry on demand, either, but that's a different story. I left the stall, washed my hands, and went back to math.
Me: 1 - World: 10
I didn't feel much better. So I left for the first-aid office. I went down the stairs, then down the other stairs to the main office, feeling nauseous along the way. I asked some dude where the first-aid office was. He was like, "House 2." And I was like, "Fuck, I walked down those stairs for nothing."
Me: 1 - World: 12
I went to the first-aid office, called my mom's work. No one picked up. I called her cell. Voicemail. So then I sat down. I felt weak and nauseous. And then, I - you guessed it - threw up. But like actual, full-on, serious vomiting. It like exploded out of my mouth and got all over my backpack and the floor and my clothes. Then, everyone was like, "Shit." And this guy got a trash can. By then, I had already got even more vomit all over everything. By the time the trash can arrived, I had stopped. This other guy got some paper towels and stuff to clean it up. Didn't help too much. :/ Then I went outside. I sat on the stair and stuff for a while until I was sure I wasn't gonna throw up again. I didn't. This guy came along, a janitor, and he had some disinfectant. Which was nice. He disinfected my backpack. :) Aaanyway. So then I tried calling my mom again. No answer. I was like, "Fuck......."
Me: 1 - World: 18
...until I remembered that I could call my mom's friend. But I was like, "Fuck, I don't know her num- Wait, the school's records have emergency conta- Oh, right. Cell phone address book." So I called, and she picked up, and I was like, "Yeah, my mom and dad are at work, and I like threw up and shit, can you pick me up and drive me hom- Oh, right. Forgot to mention my name. Yeah. This is Pandu." Lol. So then she picked me up and I was like, "Oh, crap, I don't have a key." But, of course, luckily enough she had one ('cuz she's my mom's friend, remember.) ... at home. So then she drove to her house, got a bunch of keys, then drove to my house. And yeah. So now I'm home. I took a shower and I don't feel so crappy anymore.
Final score:
Me: 1 - World: 18
Fun fact: That was the score for one of the more recent water polo games. :) Whatever other school lost by that much. :P
Now, this would've gone a lot better if it were twenty-four hours later. Why? My mom doesn't have work on Tuesdays. So she would've picked up her cell phone or the home phone, and then I'd already have left the first-aid office by the time I threw up. That's not the important part. The important part is that I would be standing, not sitting. So I would've vomited all over the floor, not my clothes and BACKPACK. >_>
...oh well.
