It was supposed to be a good night.
Her favorite team playing, the promised rain postponed, and at halftime I’d propose.
But I was having vertigo.
I knew I shouldnt have eated the hotdog Greg had given me earlier for lunch.
“No, comeone take it. You’re hungry and I have this extra one and – ” I’d specifically asked him how long it had been in his car. I had asked, and he’d said not more than 15 minutes.
Now the vertigo told me I had food poisoning. Why, WHY! had I taken the hotdog?! Yea, I’d been hungry. My stomach at that point had been cramping terribly. I’d wanted to get the project done before this evening though; gotten to the office at 4:30 this morning and had worked strait through till 3. It had been 2:30 when I’d taken the hotdog. I should have just waited the 30 minutes till I got home. I could have even stopped at the cafeteria on my way out and picked up a slice of fresh pizza.
The thought of the pizza sent dizzy shivers through me. Shivers of sick nausia. Oh, why’d I think of pizza. Even now the smells from the upper food stands waffed down on the warm air.
Then suddenly I became still. Iknew it. Knew it like a child knows it must come up off the bottom of the pool for air.
I was going to throw up - I was going to…!
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