I've had a sore throat and have been hacking up phlegm for the last four or five days. Just generally felt like shit. I went to prompt care today and got a strep test that came back negative so it's probably something viral. Afterwards I went next door and had a sandwich at Jersey Mike's which was the first real food aside from crackers I've had in a while because my throat had been so torn up.
I was feeling relatively good so I made the genius decision to go to my storage unit because there is some stuff in there I've been wanting to put up on eBay. It's a fucking mess in there and the stuff I was looking for is in the back, so I had to move about 15 heavy boxes to get to what I was looking for. By the time I made it, I was pouring sweat, gasping for air, and realizing it was probably wasn't a good idea to do this shit while I was sick.
Then I got that feeling. You know the one. And I knew there was no way in hell I was going to make it outside. So I bent over and just started hurling all over my shoes and onto the floor. Chunks of half digested roast beef sandwich, Mountain Dew, and Cheddar Ruffles just fucking everywhere. It was a biblical amount of vomit. I took a photo of the puddle for posterity's sake but I'm not going to post it because it's seriously NSFL.
So I'm standing there wondering what the fuck I'm going to do. I thought about calling my dad and having him drive 20 minutes to help me clean it up, but decided instead to strip off the shitty hoodie I was wearing and try to mop it up. I went outside first and did the best I could to clean off my shoes in the snowbank in the parking lot. It didn't really work.
I tried cleaning it up with the hoodie with mixed results. I got most of the chunks (I think) but there was a lot of liquid left behind. At this point I was just like fuck it, and threw the hoodie in the floorboard of my backseat because they don't have a dumpster on site. I'm going to have to go back there with a mop and bucket and clean it up for real once I'm feeling better. In hindsight I probably should have just called my dad. Hopefully it doesn't attract any mice or shit. Do mice eat human vomit?
So then I realize I have to move all of the boxes I took out back into the unit. I sat on the ground for about five minutes with my head in my hands just dripping sweat until I decided that this shit wasn't going to get any easier, and somehow I got up and did it. My body was like "I'm pretty sure I told you 20 minutes ago not to do this shit", so when I got back outside I was bent over dry heaving for a couple minutes.
The entire building smelled like that oil and vinegar shit they put on all their sandwiches there. So did my car because I had to drive home with the fucking hoodie in the backseat. The kicker? I didn't even find half of what I was looking for because I needed to go through boxes and after the incident I decided to cut my losses and leave with only a couple of the things I came for.
Anyway, I'm back home in bed right now and feel fine aside from a mild sore throat. I know this isn't shit compared to what some of you bros are going through, but it's a pretty good chapter to add to the book of comedy that is my life.