I knew today won't be a good day.
And it was probably
my fault for eating so many biscuits. I kinda finished the whole box. Um.
So at around 2pm I started to feel dizzy and my stomach began to hurt (menstrual
pain again, godsdammit), and when I came out the toilet my head just started
spinning and before the little blinking lights could overcome my vision I ran
and toss myself on my parents' bed. My mom, who was on the phone didn't notice
my um, pain.
After maybe three trips to and fro the toilet and my room, I puked out all the biscuits I ate. Twas a pretty color... *readers: Don't tell us!!!* I lay in my room and tried thinking nice thoughts, but my stomach still won't let me sleep. So I decided to let someone else worry over me, and painstakingly tried to call for my mom. I kinda called like a million times and no one even bothered... (I'm gonna eat some worms....) I heard my bro call my mom and at last she came.
As usual she made me eat some chinese medicine and actually you know the only thing I wish she would do is to rub my leg cos it was freezing cold but... its rather rude to ask such a thing, no? But she suggested to try one of her experiments on me, some chinese traditional foot rubbing thing that will apparently heal me.. whatever, but it sure is good! I went to sleep and felt much better after that.
The moral of this story is, you can get some nice brown paint if you eat lots of chocolate biscuits and puke them all out afterwards. Tadah. (....) I mean, treasure your health. You all know I'm right. When you're up and about you hardly think about it, but when you're sick and lying in.. ok maybe not, you just feel like killing someone. Heck, if Jani appeared to me at that time I would have punched him. (menstrual pain make me hate ALL men).