In any case, I just thought it was bad gas at first, until an hour into the movie, I started feeling the pain. Pain to sit still. Pain to move. I tried to adjust my position to discreetly release the pressure. Nothing doing. Twenty minutes later, I can't stand it any more. Just before the climaxic battle boss fight, I run to the bathroom. Good move on my part because things were going from bad to worse in a really big hurry.
It wasn't even diarrhea. It was liquid. And I'm shocked I had that much crap in me. No pun intended. Suddenly, I think, "Hmmm... was it something I ate? Am I going to throw up, too?" then coughed. But, it wasn't a normal cough. No, it was a technicolor yawn cough. No warning. No copper taste. Just *cough* and I'm throwing up all over me and the floor. On the good side of things, it was over really quickly and it didn't hurt my throat. On the bad side of things... it was all over me and floor... in the restroom of a movie theater. (Thank god I wasn't still in the theater itself!)
Yay. Now, I'm cover in vomit and bile and the other end of me hasn't quit. So, I'm desparately trying to clean me up while my insides are tying themselves into knots. By the time everything is done, I'm relatively cleaned up but smell like bile (yuck), am feeling really tender and have missed the boss fight of the movie. I was not a happy camper.
Needless to say, I didn't make it to dinner. It makes me all pouty because James had made a homemade tri-tip stew. I'm feeling better now, though still a bit fragile and not certain I should be eating at all. I don't know what's going on with me. I've been having tummy problems recently. I'm not sure what's the deal, but I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't see a doctor about it.