A businessman
at the Standard had been throwing up since the wee hours. I assured him I’d
arrive within the hour. It was nine a.m., so the usual half-hour drive downtown
might last longer.
Before
leaving, from my medication closet I extracted a syringe, a packet of antinausea
pills, and an antivomiting suppository and dropped them into my pocket. This
enabled me to avoid restocking my bag after returning home. Sometimes I forget.
The drive was
tolerable. The guest was miserable, but he hadn’t vomited in two hours, so I suspected
he was over the worst. I left feeling good. I like vomiting.
People
chuckle to hear this, but in an otherwise healthy person, most episodes don’t
last long, rarely more than a day. My medicines help symptoms but don’t speed
recovery. When guests feel better, often by the time the medicine wears off,
they believe I've cured them. He felt better by evening.
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