Hokay, so here's the story. thursday night, i go to bed, feeling fine, HW done, all studied up. i wake up at two in the morning, and have to throw up. meh. who cares? i'll puke, get some rest and go to school. scary thing is though, i start choking, and i can't breathe. i have my cell with me, so i call the house, my mom wakes up and hears it, hears me choking over the phone. she runs down stairs, i start banging on the walls to let her know where i am, and sadly for her, i start breathing before she does any hymlick menuvers. *spelt HORRIBLY, i know*. i love my mom. she's amazing.
TIMES MY MOM'S SAVED MY LIFE: too many to count
fourty minutes later, i'm puking again. only, this time i don't make it out of my room. i know i'm not gonna make it out, so i open my window and *WOOOOSH* there it goes, a nice steaming river going through the snow on my roof.
i go down stairs rite after cuz i feel it coming again, and it's all this black liquid shit. it was awful. and painful. all stomach acid and blood. it burnt all the enamal off my teeth *i've gotten it back so far thanks to bannanas and milk* and burnt my uvula *spelt wrong again*. i then almost shit myself.
i whip around, and let a, yes, 20 solid minute flow or black tar-colored liquid satan escape my ass. that drained me. after that, i'm still sitting there, and i have to puke. more black stuff. more pain. getting slightly annoying, yet funny to me.
spent three hours like that. puking in a little waste paper trash can thingie and shitting my brains out.
finally get the nerve to leave my thrown, and i move to the comfy blue chair. there, i spent the next five, LONG, LONG, LONG hours in a constant shaking pain. honest to whoever, the pain was so bad that i was crying, drooling, begging to be put down, and shaking my legs, arms, and head. i passed out from exhausgen from moving and lack of energy. i threw up every fifteen minutes, and to the point where not even bile existed. i had NOTHING in my stomach. i litterally fucking felt the sides of my stomach hit eachother. i'd dry heave instead of vomitting.
i had it to the point where i almost had enough energy to get up and drive myself to the hospital. it was pretty funny. we had called them, and they said that they wouldn't be able to do anything for me until they knew if i was having and ulcer, stomach flu, or if something burst, and that the best thing was for me to rest for a few hours, drink Gatorade, and rest more. i kept taking medicines to help the pain but i'd heave 'em up too. forgot that****
at around, well, to be honest, i have no clue, but at some point i get enough strength to get up and shit more, cuz i didn't feel like dying with a full body of shit in me (i felt like i was going to die, hoenstly), and so i went to the Pooper. ... ..... okay, my mom kinda carried me there, but still. she set me in there, and i closed the door, strip down to traditional pooping regulations, and pooped. i had a table in there cuz i was so weak i coulnd't hold myself up, so i had to shit with my head down, and fall asleep. pain still roaring, i crawled to the sofa, and passed out.
hours later i awoke, PAIN GONE! thank god! i mean FUCK! what a relief! no more throwing up either! i cuddled under like, nine blankets, started sipping my Gatorade, and resting. after a while, i could see again, and i could almost lift my head. my head and back are sheering with pain by now, but who cares! MY STOMACH DOES NOT HURT ANYMORE!
this happened Friday at around two in the a.m. it is now sunday, 9:10 that i write this. i have eaten three pieces of toast, two with jam. three bottles of Gatorade, and attempted chinease food that i ate two pieces of broccoli and some rice from, and LOTS or water. i don't know what food is anymore. i think i'm gonna go on that diet i've been thinking about, now that i don't have an appatite anymore
i'm feeling fine now. VERY tired. more tired than i've ever been, but happy. honestly, the things that kept me going was the thought of my friends. when i was choking on my vomite and thought i was going to die, my life really did flash before my eyes. what i can remember is:
seeing all my friends randomly (life saving now)
the good times with amy (bitch now)
the good times with bob (cool now)
my band practices (awsome now)
when my sister first came over from Russia (much like me now)
and times with my Nanny *New York Grandmother* (totally awsome now) *plan on taking road trip with brother to see her during winter break*
i love you all. you may think you didn't do anything, but the thought of all of you really saved me.