Sick Again pt #4 ?

this separation of body from mind, pieces like a jigsaw
there goes my right arm as I reach for a glass to fill with orange juice
(forget the glass, drink straight from carton)icy cold, I take giant gulps of this nectar from the gods
Ice Cream Headache! too much, too soon! Now belly vengeance, quick, to the bathroom...
just in the nick of time. i only trampled three old ladies in getting here. grab the wastepaper basket.
cold throne, I am planted, holding basket on my lap like a treasure which I am about to defile!
hot and cold, running at both ends... no surprise here... I might not have made it to the porcelain...
"think about that, you @sshole" I berate myself, as I have often done before. I wonder if I will be
invited back there again? I only made a small swamp of their guest bathroom... I supposed I should
have tried harder to clean it up? and when I ran short on toilet paper, I should not have used the
curtain to finish my "wipe"but I'm sure it will come out in the wash...slapping hand to red face...
probably wiping on the family cat, wasn't a good idea!