Aftermath

What is up with me?I wonder this as I try to avoid the
unstrategically placed mirror and dodge the categorically strange
looking pile of something or other semi attatched to the bathroom
carpet.

True, the surroundings are at best a little messy, a little bit? well
it's the understatement of the .... Ouch! The room is spinning, my head
doesn't feel too good right now, and my stomach feels vile. It's all a
bit hazy... I feel sick. I'm not going to vomit? No I'm not, not
really....No, I'm not going to vomit... Sorry just trying to assert my
stomach which whines gassily into believing this. As I was saying, my
stomach really hurts and... Oh Shit! just lead me to that toilet!

I feel better already...I stumble out of the bathroom under false
pretences, time for the second assault, my stomach must be mocking me
now, I miss haphazardly vomiting outside the bathroom door, all over
the carpet and up the door itself.

Damned food poisoning! I shudder, inable to maintain any form of anger
as I feel just too ill for anything. It must have been that portion of
chips on the way home, the place didn't look very sanitary...Ohhh... It
wasn't the Vodka Bulls and slammers I did last night... I didn't have
that many...Yuchhh....I think more bed rest will soothe this bout of
poisoning...Just let me get myself moving.. I crawl back to bed...The
safest place to be, for now.