I know I maybe overreacting...

but last night i had an excruciating tummy ache, started sweating more than i'm used to, and puked and stood under the shower while puking...then i slipped, whacked my elbow  against the sink, fell flat on my puke, and bruised my ass too

But before that, I had three pints of Miller's Life on a more or less empty stomach.

i don't like vomit...it's disgusting. I've seen enough of mine and Madhatter's to know that i hate vomit. i can't stand the smell, the texture, the idea.

But i was lying in/on my vomit, with the shower on, cooling my bones off, and i fell asleep. I remember wishing i could simply sleep off this  pain, and I did...in my vomit.

I woke up feeling reborn, picked up the chunky pieces of vomit and flushed it down my toilet. Then i cleaned up the floor. Then I put on the geyser, and had myself a long, soapy shower.

Then i got in bed, thanked the universe, for giving me my bed and my privacy in moments such as these, stared at the fan and fell asleep.

It feels like a new low. It perhaps is, and yes, the thought did cross my mind...that maybe this is alcohol poisoning, that maybe I have been on painkillers, and my body is reacting badly, and if this is alcohol reacting with my meds, I could die. But I woke up instead...in my vomit.

I felt sorry for myself. I felt excited that I could call up Madhatter and recount the gory tales of the night before. Tell him how if i hadn't woken up, I could have continued lying in my puke, naked on the bathroom floor for days with noone knowing or caring.

He wasn't in a mood to pay attention. It is perhaps commonplace for him.

Well. I wonder whats in store next. Look forward to it.