11 April 2012
Over the last few days, I have been contemplating the process of vomiting, in-between vomiting as part of the most violent bout of V&D I have ever had the misfortune to be involved in. I have previously heard and used the phrase 'It was coming out of both ends' but never before have I experienced the feeling I had on Sunday evening of the hand of God himself crushing my body to expel feculence that would even offend the sensibilities of Tudor peasants over opposite walls of my brand new bathroom.
It is a strange experience to be flushed clean in this way. Pints of water consumed seem to act as a double-ended enema, only ceasing when the waters run clear. Even more wondrous is that this is a natural process: The body's reaction to an onslaught of poison or harmful micro-organisms. It is programmed to respond in this way. I imagine white blood cells coursing around my blood-stream bent on attacking invading bacteria, whilst my hypothalamus kicks into action to regulate my temperature and keep me alive through the fever.
I am in awe of my biology. The human body is an amazing thing.
My bathroom, however, is covered in piss, shit and sick.
God's Reset Button • Opuss № I