17. Anniversary.
Well. Here it goes.
It was my 6 month anniversary, Friday night with my boyfriend. We go out to a nice dinner and do a few rounds of putt putting. Everything is fine. Go back to his house and I start feeling nauseous. I puked a few times. It started out not so bad but then it got more and more violent. Then the diahreah happened. Which is a lovely thing to have happen at your boyfriends house. He was real sweet about it. But since I was wearing a dress, I asked to borrow a pair of his sweat pants since I was obviously sick and getting really cold. Anyways, it happened. I started both having epic diahreah and vomiting simultaneously. And normally I was able to make it to the toilet and grab a trash can (eventually I never left, but at this point I was switching from laying on the floor and moving when I had to. ) I feel the vomiting coming. I didn’t make it to the toilet. And I literally shit my boyfriends pants.
