I stayed with a friend that idealizes me.
She thinks of me as a hard drinker, and a fun one.
While hanging out with her and her friends however, I threw up, and as far as she was concerned that broke the myth.
For some reason she didn't understand that Acid Reflux disease is a violent killer. And when it strikes, it strikes embarrassingly hard and with no warning.
For the rest of the night all I heard was "I can't believe you threw up."
I heard it at the party.
I heard it on the walk home.
I heard it in her room.
I left to go to the bathroom.
After finishing, I reentered her room only to find her hunched over the garbage.
The first thought that came to mind was "At least she made it to the garbage," which was something I had been unable to do earlier in the night.
Her trash can was made of mesh... which in effect made her attempt at containment disgustingly pointless. Vomit was everywhere.
I offered to help.
In between her body's nonstop purge of foods and liquids she apologized.
"I'm sorry I..."
"Blagvomits..."
"...made fun of you"
"Hujfdjunkts..."
"...for throwing up"
"Sruupdsh..."
"before."
It was a sad sight; important nonetheless...
She had to understand that making fun of cripples is never acceptable behavior.
God was getting even.
Acid Reflux is a disease, and you can't taunt someone with a disease...
That's like making fun of cancer...or aids...or a tiny hand.
