Warning: some mildly graphic body sickness descriptions. So skip if you don't like that.
It's an ugly feeling being sick. Body failing. Feeling frail.
Somewhere outside of Portland, my mind raced with odd ideas during the sickest night of my recent memory.
- I can't believe you drank that much - Rachel texted.
Did I? I did... It didn't feel like it... Maybe... But this bad? The chills. The strange empty pain I felt in my stomach. The ache all over.
- Ugh - I texted back.
- Do you need to throw up again? -
Even her words just about triggered me again.
Suddenly I remembered vague hints of a few hours earlier when I was hit by the first round. I imagined the smell, the taste when so much dinner, and acidic, putrid water burned through my throat and out mouth and nasal passages.
- Ugh - I texted again trying to shut out the thought and closed my eyes.
Every time I closed my eyes I felt like I was falling towards the back of my head, and just when I thought my eyes couldn't go any further. I learned there was always further. Again and again. Rolling back into the void.
I swallowed hard.
Weak, but my eyes held tight, as if that could keep anything down, while my body feebly clutched to the hotel blankets unable to stay warm.
First came the colors.
Swirls of red pulsed open in the blackness of my mind as I feel into the center. Like gravity folding me into my chest. From that dense red fear emerged a face.
Or the skin of a face. Behind it heat swirled until the edges of that unknown skin caught fire and burned away. To reveal another face. One I knew. His mouth disproportionately large opened with a cartoonish set of teeth that held his same face again.
His mouth opened revealing the face again, burning with fire. This all repeated over and over as I fell into the inexhaustible hellscape.
The flames spreading around me and all the while my body shivering. Growing colder and colder
Until my phone rang.
I checked it with one eye only - maybe you should try eating something? - she texted.
My mind took a second to think of the words, and suddenly my body found a surge of energy as it raced itself to the bathroom.
I didn't think there was anything left inside me. But again I was wrong.
For a few moments my body only dry heaved. I felt the pressure building in my throat with each push. Against my jaw. Against the back of eyes the desperately eked out a few drops of tears. Then finally, came a yellow liquid. Nearly transparent and tasteless.
I only had a moment to think of what that was before it was followed by a small black mass. You could call it a lump? A cohesion of something? In my head I wanted to call it an egg. But it couldn't be. I hadn't eaten anything like it. My body had produced something egg like that now floated in front of me.
I slammed the lid of the toilet and fell back on the bathroom floor. Closing my eyes this time. I heard the hum of the vent above me. A low calm sound. This time there wasn't any rolling backwards. There wasn't any flames. I lay on the floor. On top of a black fuzzy mat. Feeling calm...
to be cont.
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