Purge

I felt little fists grabbing chunks of the walls in my stomach. They pulled and let them slap back. Pulled and slap back. Pulled and slap back. The fists chuckled with thoughts of my hunched over pain. This was at 2:00 AM Tuesday. 2:45 and 5 AM were the times my stomach allowed the withdrawal of spicy Vietnamese food. I went to the emergency room at the UHS approximately at 10 AM and was examined at 2 PM. I left around 3:15 PM in a lobster red cougar, Nathan's. I'm on promethazine, the stuff Big Moe sings about. It is now Wednesday 2:42 PM. I just woke up where in a dream Tupac and Suge Knight were each kissing me on my cheeks, fighting for who could be the better boyfriend. We were on a cruise ship paid for by UT Hispanic Journalists. Even in dreams my life is dramatic.