the red wine, the puke, the drip
On the 2nd day of CNY, I had lunch with my distant relatives. A group of people whom my parents probably have not met before as well.
I drank a little too much – bottoms up 4 glasses of red wine.
And I started puking all over when I left the restaurant. I wasn’t that drunk as I could bring myself to the toilet and I did remember that I have a train to catch in the evening.
So, I tried very hard to keep myself sober, packed my luggage and insisted on taking the train.
Thankfully, I made it to the station on time though i was feeling really terrible.
Somehow, I felt so stressful, lonely and disappointed in myself when I stood by the platform.
It was cold and as the chilly wind blew against me, I broke down into tears but I managed to calm myself down just before the train stopped in front of me.
During the train journey, I felt so nausea and puked twice – there wasn’t anything left to puke and therefore, it was my gastric juices.
At that moment, I knew I wasn’t drunk. I supposed I had gastric flu.
I pulled myself together and endured till Shanghai. Luckily, I got a friend to pick me up from the train station and drove me to the hospital.
And there, I got my fair share of the drip. 2 bottles.
I needed to recover in the fastest time possible. To be able to spend time with Kelvin. =)
