being sick

Whee.

I just puked out a chunk of spit and some indistinguishable reddish substance.

I was coughing and coughing and I could sense the bile rising up in my throat, but I ignored it until it got to the point where I didn't want to be hurling all over my sister's keyboard.

Then I ran and threw up into the toilet. Sadly, it only happened once, but I did feel much better afterward. Not anymore, but it was nice while it lasted.

I informed my mom. She had me go drink some more cough syrup. The reddish, doctor-prescribed type, except it's a little old, though it has another month before it expires. Perhaps that's where the reddish substance in my vomit came from? I prefer the Chinese type of cough syrup. Loquat-flavored cough syrup is yummy.

Then I asked her if she wanted to see my puke. Oddly enough, she declined.

I got a nosebleed today in the shower, which was annoyingly inconvenient. At least it didn't last very long, though.