I am so sick, I can barely move my eyelids. I woke up at 6 am today with nausea. My stomach had that full feeling you get after you eat too much and feel like throwing up. I went to the bathroom and couldn’t stop going to the bathroom for two hours. It was horrible, absolutely horrible.
My dad got this stomach bug first. The first day he had it, he was in the bathroom barfing and having diarrhea every 5 minutes. The upstairs bathroom is next to my OCD cousin’s room, Robert. He had to listen to my dad constantly yacking up his lungs. Robert and his mother decided it was best to stay at a hotel on the berlin turnpike, so Robert could have full access to running water without my dad hogging the bathroom.
I can’t move. I can’t type. I’m in badly need of a shower. And maybe this isn’t a stomach bug, or the flu. Maybe Robert and his mother are trying to poison me. Either way, the only medicine available to me is time and ginger ale.