when the toilet bowl became my new best friend

For the past nights and mornings, I lay draped over the toilet bowl puking continuously.

I could even differentiate and classfy the range of vomit based on sight and smell.

The first time was lunch, the second one was still lunch, the third one was from dinner, fourth from dinner as well. The next few ones ranges from water to sourish gastric juices and after more spasms with nothing left to puke, I found myself expelling bitter gall.

That was the worst feeling of all. The taste really sux and even though it was all empty inside, the muscle spasm continued and made me expel nothing but more gall. My shoulder and stomach muscle ached such that all I could do was to remain in that wretched position for a few minutes.

Sensing that I would continue puking no matter whether there was anything inside, I asked kh to make me a cup of Milo.

An hour later, I morphed into a Merlion spewing sweet Milo out from my mouth.

It's no fun making friends with the toilet bowl like that.

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Then in the morning, the excruciating pain in my tummy began. It was so painful that I could not even squirm or curl myself into a ball. I lay on the bed and cried like a baby.

Kh was at a loss of what to do. He immediately called my doctor to make an appointment. I was in so much pain that tears continued streaming down my cheeks, wetting the pillow and sheets as I asked for an ambulance to take me away.

The ambulance didn't come of course; nobody called for it. I slowly drifted to sleep.

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When I was well enough to walk, we made our way to the doctor. I got a jab since oral medication was useless at that time as I would only be expelling everything out.

My left arm has been hurting till today.

I swear I was the dirtiest and smelliest person on earth before my shower just now.

I look at my smelly bed now and have this urge to change the sheets but I'm so weak and lethargic that I could only sit and slump on chairs and sofas.

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