It all came out

I felt like dying just a few hours ago. I couldn't sleep from the moment I laid down to rest at midnight. At 3am, I knew I had to get out of bed to puke. It must have been the kaya toast I ate after church service last night, at this kopitiam. Argh.

I was bent over the toilet bowl for an hour, gagging. But nothing would come out! It was so frustrating. I couldn't lie down cos it felt equally terrible. Thank goodness my bro was up attempting to study, so I didn't feel so alone.

Finally decided to plonk myself in front of my house gate, NTUC plastic bag in hand. The chill of the morning soothed the nausea - well, just a little. Finally it all came out. Green, clear bile. Ewww. I threw up a total of five times, including twice in the car on the way to Changi Hospital's A&E department sometime after 4am.

I think my bro thought he was watching a football match. The first time I managed to get it out, he let out a whoop and a "all right! c'mon! go!". Sheesh. But, now thinking back, it was quite funny.

At the hospital, despite the condition I was in, I tried to cheer up the grouchy doctor, who looked like a harried, overworked slave. Goodness me. I told him that the taste of bile was indescribable. To call it awful would be an understatement.

He managed a crooked smile and uttered: "Yes". Ah, so much for trying to make conversation.

So anyways, I had to sms the worship team to say I couldn't play for the two services this morning. Well, I dared to say that cos I knew Weimin with his magic fingers would be able to handle it.

And I flopped back on my bed, totally sickened by the entire experience.