Leela
I spent the night of my cousin's wedding on an air mattress in my auntie's living room, taking turns with my little brother puking in a pot.
I spent the night of my cousin's wedding on an air mattress in my auntie's living room, taking turns with my little brother puking in a pot.
After letting the cute Whole Foods checkout boy know that I only sounded like a chain-smoking twelve year old going through puberty because I was sick, he simply nodded solemnly and told me to try the Kombucha.
I soon discovered that thinking, "Don't puke, don't puke" does not prevent one from puking in the middle of a final exam in front of 400 people.
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
A failed suicide attempt on Tuesday night makes it hard to care on Thursday when your boss is mad you stayed home sick on Wednesday.
When my "flu" suddenly caused my breasts to swell and become sore, I realized it may actually be morning sickness.
When the doctor told me I had strep throat, I knew it was time to confront my roommate about her illicit use of my toothbrush.
As soon as I left the office, I realized two things: I was going to throw up, and it would taste like peanut butter.
I gave my mother mono because I secretly drank out of the cartoon of orange juice and put it back in the fridge.
My five-year-old explained that he couldn't get out of bed because he was too sick, he "haves a cold AND a hot."
I once thought that not growing up sick would make me a better person, but then I learned that the opposite was true.