So, I got home from Tingo and everything was fine. Went to school monday, swimming, ate some grapes, etc. Three hours later, I wake up and go vomit in the toilet. I go to Madre's room, all sick kid scared. I'm shivering so I lay on my stomach on her floor. And start voming again. Prone on the floor. I thought you had to be in a crouching position to toss cookies, but I am constantly surprising my self. So I;m vomiting on the hardwood floor, inching slowly backwards with little flipper hands, leaving this bright yellow trail puddle. Madre comes back with some tea and literally shrieks. Whoops.
Made it back to sleep. Wake up in the morning to find Madre has hired a lady to wax our floors. I feel so bad!
I spent the day sleeping, watching Will and Grace and gagging down saltines.
I'm totally better now, but that was a food poisioning momement that I'm gonna keep with me forever.
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