Will you be my fraand?

True True

30 puke buckets later, I had to be taken to a nearby hospital last week.
Puke 1 - started around 6 am.
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puke 30 - was somewhere around mid day.
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Some 2 bottles of ivy into my veins.

I didn't cry. I had no reason to pretend to look strong either. No sense in trying to be like those comic book Wonder Woman types, especially when I'm being poked at needle point for finding my vein.
I still am black and blue from it ( you can tell I don't love sympathy ).

But I did scream like a maniac, and I think my eyes rolled too.

Being a skinny bitch = good for some things but not so good thing for finding vein.

Somehow I feel this post is going to get corny. and conry errr.

With all the madness and four letter words going through my head and more through my mouth. S omeone tried to make me feel cheery and silly all along the way. He went to the extent of taking my pictures while I was throwing up saying " see see, funnycute".

Telling me I look pretty even with goop drooling off my mouth, the ivy hanging off my vein, smelling of rotten eggs and swearing to kill everyone around me.

At that time not funny but now weirdly funny and a tear jerker.

I even got pretty good impressions of how monkeys in Afrika would dance around me, telling me that I'm a brave girl.

I might have been down in the dumps with the dreadliest stomach virus, along with the nausea I felt some strange happy and dumb.

Hmmm ....Good times. :)

I realized a few things

1. I have a friend in overalls (in this case wearing colorful geeky t-shirts) whose friendship I would not swap for the favor of the kings of the world. Also told by Thomas Edison, probably when he got zapped trying to screw in bulb first time and then landed in haaspatre.

And

2. When puke count exceeds 10, leave the toilet seat up.


Now lets get back to watching some Jerry Springer.