Friday night I managed to eat half a sandwhich. Haven't been hungry lately. Emotional oddities and mind altering medications are the likely culprits. As I forced myself to eat something I watched Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence. Now all I want to say about this film is that I am not into censorship, but this should be banned. It was filthy, offensive and disgusting. My cousin warned my I'd have nightmares bad enough to mess my sheets. I laughed it off. I have seen live video's of people getting their heads cut off, and this was only fiction.
Strange thing is 5:30 in the morning and I slowly awake to racing thoughts in my brain. Now I don't know how it works for you, but before I am about to get sick my mind starts racing with abstract thoughts moving a mile a moment. I started to squirm a bit when suddenly I realized, "I'm gonna be sick"!!
I ran to the bathroom but nothing happened. I stood there feeling like someone was ringing out my insides. I started to sweat and I started to pant but nothing happened. And being the OCD moron I am, I immediately updated my Facebook status to reflect my sudden illness and how I blamed Human Centipede 2. But the real culprit was either a newly aquired bug, not to be confused with a centipede, or the Subway sandwhich I ate.
My stomach felt like it was on a death march, yet nothing happened. I immediately took two Alka Seltzer's, three Tums, and drank a cup of Peppermint Tea. Nothing was working. And of course when I tried to lie back down my cats kept trying to sit on my stomach. One cat was almost thrown into the box fan I turned on I was so aggrivated.
I soon realized that I was again possessed by my Stomach Demon. The one that makes me feel sick as hell but nothing happens. No vomit, no Upset Stomach; just pain. And what pain it was.
I managed to fall back asleep. I needed to be up by noon for a coffee date I had made. At 11:00 I awoke to find myself freezing and still in pain. I grabbed the cat that almost got sliced in the box fan and cuddled with him under four blankets while I texted my friend with one eye open to cancel.
In my mind I kept hearing, "The power of Christ compels you!!!!" I decided even if I was cancelling my coffee date, I was still getting my morning cup of Joe. So I stood up and Demons be damned I put on as many layers of warm clothing as I could. I looked like a hamper when I was done.
I texted my friend back and told her I'd crawl my way to Starbucks since we already made plans and were looking forward to them. I knew I could survive! I spent the week being depressed and now I was sick. I was damned if I was going to be stopped.
So I went, and we met. And I shivered while we chatted about life and other redundancies.
Ultimately, it was a good time, but I have been battling my stomach demon ever since.
Now that I have succesfully unpossessed myself I can go back to just being depressed.
Yay me!!!!!!
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