too pukey to be pithy
I've spent the last hour feeling queasy. I've spent the last ten minutes vomiting every morsel of food I ate today into my kitchen sink. A chunky orangey swirl of my gutpaste now sits in the sink, but seeing as I only have ten or so minutes to get a diary entry in today, I'll clean it up after midnight.
I still have that shaky awful headachey weak post-puke feeling, and I could probably use some stuffy sneezy achey coughing so you can rest medicine. I wish you were all here to cradle me in your arms, sing me a lullaby, pour a room-temperature ginger ale for me, and tell me I'll be alright.
And then, as soon as I started feeling better, I'd tell you to leave.
