WARNING: This is not a story for those who have weak stomaches.Yesterday I had quite an adventure! I went to lunch in the atrocious cafe at BYU Hawaii and ate a salad with some chicken on it. The meal was okay and I devoured it fairly quickly. Right after the cafe I went to my eternal marriage class (don't you dare judge me). During class I started developing a slight stomach ache. Ever since I started eating in the cafe I get a stomach ache frequently after eating so I ignored the nausea.
Once my class was over I strutted over to my friend Maddie's room. I laid on her bed as we watched the Bachelor and during this time period my stomach ache kept intensifying. By the end of the show I knew I had to vomit. I headed over to the bathroom and kept trying to throw up because I thought I'd feel better. Right after that I remembered I had to take a midterm by the end of the night! I grabbed my I.D. card and a pencil and ran to the testing center only feeling worse with every step.
I arrived at my destination in a cold sweat but kept trying to push down my nausea for the sake of my grade. I sat down and ten questions in I could feel the vomit bubbling up my esophagus. I quickly rose from my seat and booked it the bathroom. Sadly, I didn't quite make it. As soon as I reached the bathroom the remains of different meals exploded from my mouth all over the floor, trash can, and walls. While still throwing up I tried going into the bathroom stall but one was occupied, another one was out of service, and the third one's door was broken. So I crouched on the floor with the door wide open, vomiting my guts out! Meanwhile some girl comes up behind me and asked if I needed anything like three times. I kept muttering how sorry I was she had to witness this between little vomiting sessions.
After I finished that massive episode I went back to the testing center and resumed my test, not twenty minutes later I felt that intense urge to throw up again. I quickly bolted out of the room, and luckily this time, made it to the bathroom. When I finished that I again went back to resume my test. By then I felt so sick and let's just say that wasn't my best grade on an exam...
I headed back to my room when I vomited again. Luckily my parents are in town so I called them, and they headed over, as I threw up again. Then they took me to their hotel where I ran out of the car and straight to some bushes and threw up again, in public, with people around. I held the rest in until we reached the room.
That night I threw up 2 more times.
I'm feeling much better today!