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An entry that prompted me to look up how to spell the word "eerie". Alas, "eerie" was edited out. My visit to m-w.com would have been all for naught, except that I learned a valuable lesson: how to spell "eerie". A couple days ago I puked so hard that I thought for three fleeting seconds that I was going to die of asphixiation, because as my lungs were desperately trying to draw air in, my stomach was desperately trying to push everything out, resulting in a three second stoppage of the flow of both air and barf. And I wonder now if my teeth do anything at all, because all that food that came up was pretty recognizable. I don't think I chew at all. I must just scarf and swallow, like a pelican or a greedy dog. After this violent puke-episode my throat hurt really bad and I couldn't get the barf taste out of my mouth for a long time, even though I brushed my teeth and drank a lot of water. It was horrible. I won't talk about puking anymore.
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