Stop and smell the food poisoning… part 2.
Iamnumber47 continues, “Then we stop at a gas station real quick to fuel up, at which she proceeds to bust out of the vehicle like a kidnap victim, & bolts towards the bushes to vomit. Then she makes me stop at every gas station she sees within the first hour of our trip. At one of them, she comes back to the car from the bathroom & sheepishly tells me she sharted in her drawers & had to throw them away. My head is killing me so bad at this point that I can’t even see straight (yeah, I know it was dumb driving like that, but what’s said is done), so I yell at her that she better not have s@#% on her pants in my vehicle & that I am under no circumstances stopping any more, that I just want to get home. (& yes, for the record, I do feel bad about yelling at her).”
“So I throw a hospital vomit bag that had in the vehicle at her (yeah, I come prepared, haha) and tells her if she needs to throw up, she can do it in that. Then it’s back on the road again. I make the last ~3 hours of the trip only take ~2 hours and thankfully didn’t get pulled over. We get to my house, & she passes out on the couch pretty much immediately, & I think, “Hey, I have Gatorade. If I drink that, I’ll be fine.” I sipped on a small bottle for about an hour until I just couldn’t hold it back anymore & I started letting loose. I lived off Pepto every hour on the hour for the rest of that day. When my friend finally woke up, she had some Pepto too, & then still had to head home. Neither one of us was right for about a week afterward.”