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09/12/10(Sun)23:51 No.3539314Um, one time, every time I tried to go upstairs to my room, I would vomit.
I
had four huge piles of vomit before I just gave up and slept
downstairs. I think I barfed up what I'd eaten right before it got in
the lower digestive track, because I did not eat that much that day.
The piles were about as wide as a Commodore 64 is long, and they were very thick, about five inches tall.
I felt too exhausted to do anything but pass out, and when I woke up the next morning MOLD IN MY ROOM EVERYWHERE MOLD AND BARF oh and I stepped in cat vomit, too. I guess I grossed out the cats...
It
was weird because I had eaten the same thing multiple people did, and I
wasn't sick or anything, and I had never had troubles with my room
before or after that, or stairs. And I wasn't fat or underweight. I
don't have diabetes. Just completely uncalled for fits of contracting
smooth muscles when I went upstairs. I didn't even get the hiccups
first, like they say you do, but then again, I've never gotten barfing
followed by hiccups or anything. |