With a harmless bowl of cereal.
Filled with dried and tart blueberries, cherries and raisins.
Topped with a good splash of skim milk.
With my eyes barely open and mind half alert; my spoon dunks in..
Boy am I hungry! Had too little dinner too early last night.
Without much thought or sense of flavour; the entire bowl of cereal is consumed.
Hmm.....I detect a funky aftertaste in my mouth...
Hmm... something is wrong..
It doesn't taste like yesterday's cereal... I wonder ....*#&$(#@$*&#*!!!
...The milky cereal gunk is partially regurgitated.
I'm grossed out..
*sigh* my stomach is curdling; it must be my long lost gastric issues.
I try another cup of yogurt; some dried fruit...and a cookie..
The food really isn't settling..and I'm so hungry!
I leave for school in a rush....the aftertaste in my mouth is sour and unappetizing.
I get to school; settled in and watch Chef Mary chop up fresh stalks of rhubarb for our pies today.
Actually..not really... I don't feel good. Tart rhubarbs don't sound too good now.
I get up from my stool; knees limp from hunger and face green from disgust.
I keep pushing away the thought of going home and climbing into bed.
Although..... crouching with my arms around my legs sound pretty tempting right now.
My thoughts are disturbed by an abrupt growl in my chest and a funky feeling in my throat.
I'm heading home.
I don't want to be leaving my territorial mark all over the classroom.
I apologize to Chef Mary and headed off quickly to the closest pharmacy I knew.
It was 7.30 and it's closed. Dang it! I watch the wall clock for 8am;
... my white suit savior arrives.
We have a short chat and he shakes his head... "Ate breakfast darling?"
"yes...cereal....but I instantly threw up"
"I think my dear;.. gastric is a long shot"... "check the milk"
I rush home...
evil milk is 5 days past its expiry date..
EVIL MILK! I don't care if its skim milk... and fat-less...it's evil!It wasn't till 10am that I actually had extreme hatred for it.
I'm bored and at home now... anticipating my next traumatic bathroom visit.
Afraid to eat..
Afraid to ever have sour cherries with cereal again.