Friday
I just recovered from a terrible case of gastric flu.
Shortly after I stopped writing, Diary, the vomiting began. It was awful. Every little movement sent me into a spiral of vertigo, triggering nausea that led to uncontrollable projectile vomiting. At one point, I found myself lying on the bathroom floor, questioning what I had done to deserve such misery. My mom felt so helpless; she kept coming in to check on me and offer water, but we knew we just had to wait for this to run its course.
Then, around 3 PM, just as I was starting to feel a glimmer of hope after a whole hour without throwing up, the diarrhea struck. This was no ordinary diarrhea—there was nothing cute about it. Since I had already expelled everything from my body, all that was left was water that smelled absolutely foul. It was relentless, leaking out without warning. My mom had to make an emergency trip to the store late at night to buy me diapers, so I could finally get some sleep without worrying about ruining my underwear.
Yes, Diary, I did indeed shit my pants. I couldn’t help it; as I mentioned, there was literally no warning. Lying in bed with a diaper on, I couldn’t help but think of Scott, the tattoo guy. If they could see me now…
Just as I began to feel better, my mom caught the bug, and then my brother did too. Somehow, my sister managed to escape unscathed. Once she saw I was on the mend, she started teasing me about my accident and laughed until tears rolled down her face at the mention of the diaper. I couldn’t help but laugh too. Now that I was on the other side of it, it was kind of funny.
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