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Sick | Dec 28 2003

I got sick Friday night. It happened during the night. In the morning, the moment I stood, I knew I was in trouble.

I’ve been caring for Lisa’s cat, Jane. Saturday morning, just as I stood, Jane headed over to rub herself against my leg. The way I figured it, I had maybe fifteen seconds to get to the bathroom, so rather than wait for Jane to reach my leg, I jumped over her. It was a smart move, too, given that the proceedings began the moment I reached the toilet.

I’ll try to keep the graphic stuff to a minimum, although I must say I found it incredibly interesting. How does my body know how to do that? I was struck—flabbergasted, really—by the velocity of the heaves. Ain’t nothing tentative about it.

Afterwards, as I brushed my teeth, I noted that my vomit smelled exactly like vomit.