Have you ever seen those lame commercials where someone would be talking then suddenly they say something corny like “Hey guys, I… I don’t think I feel so good”? Then the “Mr. Rogers Sound-alike dude” begins to tell you how many out of how many people suffer from a certain disorder or illness? Well yea, I was in one of those commercials last night, only I didn’t realize it.

It must have been knocking around 12am and I was preparing for my usual late night date with my computer (hey! don’t judge me). I had just got in from dinner and the smile on my face could have annoyed the world’s most miserable person when suddenly my stomach threw a ranging fit. I shifted and turned in bed assuming it was only gas and maybe a belch or a ‘back door burb’ would help the bubbles burst. No. The more ginger ale I drank, the sicker I got.

Around 1:30am my stomach really brought on the pain. It was behaving like a complete bitch. Really, totally uncalled for. I attempted to crawl out of bed to the bathroom to see if I could summon the spirits in my belly into the toilet. My legs gave way from my weakness, my vision totally failed me and I visited Europe instead of a trip to the bathroom right there on my bedroom floor! Gross, I know. I spent the next 3 hours fighting the monster in my stomach and finally fell asleep with a bad fever and a hate for the world.

I woke up the next morning feeling slightly disoriented but for the most part, better. I had the best sleep ever after that and spent the day in and out of lala land. It all happened too sudden. My aunt says there’s a 1 day stomach bug going around. I say Karma just kicked my ass. What do you think?

UPDATE: It hurts when I burp and laugh now. How weird.