Trying something new.
The challenge is to write about a bodily function in stream of consciousness – no editing, well except for typos. This is an amazing way to get out of our own way and let the messages we receive to find their way onto the page.
Enough of the process, let me tell you about vomiting. Yes, I know it’s gross and all, but it happens to all of us at least once in our life – at least I’m guessing that it does. If it was a voluntary function, I don’t think it would happen to any of us ever, except for those that induce it to lose weight. That is a whole other, very sad conversation that society has made us believe all shapes and sizes are not acceptable and we have to mold our bodies.
Back to the very disgusting function of having the contents of our stomach going the wrong way. It isn’t something we choose to do, but I believe it is the body’s way of getting rid of unwanted invaders. Maybe you ate something dodgy or there is a bug running around in you causing havoc with that yummy chocolate that you just ate, or all that alcohol that has gone and made your stomach a pot of boiling soup concoction that has too many flavours to be healthy. Whatever it is, our normal reaction is to beg that it will just stop, but maybe we should just wish that all of the toxic sludge that doesn’t belong is released. The biggest problem though is the clean-up. I don’t know about you, but if I have to clean up puke, I’m normally feeling very much like adding to it and that is how I landed up putting my cellphone in the washing machine.
Babies tend to come with natural regurgitation reflex until they learn how to handle stuff in their stomach properly. And the best of it is that the stuff they are spouting out is a sour milky way. Yuck! So when I got it all over my gown while burping my little one, the gown went straight into the wash and on it went. The missing phone was discovered an hour later, when I couldn’t find it and remembered its hiding place in my pocket. I didn’t know about the rice trick then, so it was a new phone for me along with washing my hair.
It is horrid and turns my stomach thinking about it, but like all our other functions, it is necessary. The wish is that one can hit the white porcelain so that the job isn’t made worse as the nasties run for the exit. Enjoy your breakfast.
These are the twisted thoughts running through my head and not necessarily verified facts and not meant to offend anyone. Let me know if it works as it is far removed from my poetry.
SoCS: Bodily Function
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