I am sick.
And when I say sick, I mean SICK.
Is it a virus? Nope. Bacterial infection? Nope. All in my head? Nope.
I went to the doctor Wednesday because I was feeling ill. Doc gave me a prescription. A prescription we now know I’m horribly allergic to.
I have been hugging the toilet ever since Wednesday evening. Ah yes. We were at a play at Starlight… I got 10 minutes into the show, and got violently ill. I high-tailed it to the bathroom, where I went into a cold sweat, collapsed onto the floor, and barfed… for an hour.
Yes, I’m sick. Sick of the room spinning. Sick of sweating all of my internal liquids out.
Wednesday night I was hoping for a quick death. At least now I’ve made it up to hoping for a quick recovery.
Blech.
Pete

Do we need to type our comments wearing latex gloves?
Oh holy shit! I was wondering where you were. Thank god it was just vomiting and not the cessation of breathing. Scary shit man.
Really Pete, vomiting is not a very good excuse for ignoring my email. Even if you blog about it.
Nooooooooooooooo!!!! Gatorade, Saltines, and Hugs!
So sorry to hear that I hope you get better. Don’t die, I’d miss you.
You better yet? I mean really it couldn’t be all that bad, could it? At least you didn’t fill your shorts with mud at the theater.