I can’t remember if it was I Three Dread or on Jex main page where I got into a massive fight about potlucks and no-booze weddings (I grew up poor and religious...no-booze potlucks was just how weddings were done...).

I’ve been a pretty strong pro-vaxxer, but pertussis turned me into a raging fiend. I’ve had so many boosters, but they aren’t 100% effective. And looks like I caught from my husband, who caught it from his work (middle to upper middle class people, aka anti-vax breeding ground). He got the initial cold-like symptoms…

I know this all too well. Mine was slightly green because I’d eaten KFC coleslaw...

I’d been working at a homeless drop in centre at the time, so I was pretty much immune to everything. Nothing bothered me. But cleaning up after 3 people for a week, well, even my immunity of steel couldn’t hold up against that grossness. Worst of all, I only think I got it because I was so exhausted from lack of…

My husband bought me a jumbo box of overnight pads for me and he was honestly never as sexy as he was at that moment when he handed them over.

everyone says that people today are selfish and will walk by a dying man without care, but that day, at least 5 people rushed to the aid of a college student that they just watched vomit blood in the street.

People talk about realism in novels. You people want realism? I give you period shits. :)

I’ll give you guys a different one. Pertussis aka Whooping Cough.

That was the time everyone was sick and I got sick at the tail end. I was simply too tired to move at that stage. My husband was well enough to shove the puppy pads under me.

OH FUCK. FUCK.

I was sleeping on the dog bed covered in puppy pads because it was easier to clean then the floor at that stage. I was sobbing and shitting and puking and it was horrible.

An online friends’ brother had something similar happen. He had an infected tooth and kept avoiding going to the dentist. Finally couldn’t handle the pain (because that wasn’t getting better), and went to the ER dentist. Dentist tipped his head back and he passed out. Apparently, the pus from the infection went into…

My husband does that with beets. “OMG I AM DYING.” Me: OH, sorry honey, I put beets in the sauce.

Jesus fuck.

I was guaranteed that Mark Posting Night = Dry Heaving. God, that man grossed me out a lot.

I just dry heaved.

I have had food poisoning. I have shit myself in bed. I have also thrown up on myself while in bed. I have also shit myself while projectile vomiting during food poisoning.

I had norovirus so bad it started my period early. I had period shits and virus shits and projectile vomiting for 2 straight days.

It’s been a while, so my memory is admittedly fuzzy, but I remember a lot of similar-toned articles as this mocking Amanda especially. There was one article that had a lot of people telling the author (sorry, drawing a blank now) that enough was enough.

Honestly, 2 days of limited sleep for me and I’m a fucking Scottish terrier on cocaine.