Nothing strikes fear into the heart of an adult person quite so much as the stomach flu. I mean it.
I went home from work the other day feeling nauseous and icky. As I was getting ready to leave, our office administrator (aka my mother) was spraying herself with WINDEX. Windex? Seriously? Others in the building were escorting me, rather quickly I might add, to the door armed with cans of Lysol, and spraying it, not very discreetly, in my wake.
Had I not been ill, I would have been offended.
Most folks I know would rather suffer through a bout of pneumonia than face the stomach flu. Throwing up seems so unnatural. It's a helpless feeling knowing that you need to upchuck the contents of your stomach, and knowing NOTHING on earth can stop you from doing it. Ick.
Anyway, before I descend into graphic and gross descriptions, I'll leave you with this.
I'll never eat beef barley soup again.
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