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Despite the sleeping arrangements, and despite the flat's grungy kitchen and vomit-green bathroom, complete with the traditional European showerhead-on-a-hose, I reluctantly agreed to move in. Having more than overstayed my welcome at the temporary flat, I was ready to go just about anyplace. Three days later, I shoved my suitcases into one of London's finest black cabs, and I was off to Bayswater to live with Mike, Linda and Joanna. Luckily for me, Joanna had a last-minute change of heart and decided that she didn't mind co-habitating (in the most innocent...
...Rube Goldberg. Especially in back problems, doctors are increasingly faced with patients experiencing excrutiating pain that has no discernable physical origins. An October article in The New Yorker by Atul Gawande detailed the story of Rowland Scott Quinlan, an architect who experienced back pain so acute that he would vomit and for whom movement was so painful that he would often soil himself instead of getting up to go to the bathroom. But X-rays, C.T. scans and myriad other tests revealed nothing that could possibly account for the pain. Gawande s article also quoted several studies showing that pain...
...witness to a sordid train of events. The identities of those involved will not be divulged. Upon returning from a poetry reading, my friend and I entered her common room to discover an intoxicated, unconscious pre-frosh lying on the floor in a pool of her own vomit. My friend was not this poor girl's host, and neither were any of her roommates. In fact, this girl had been invited to consume some illegally acquired alcohol by another pre-frosh, who was staying in the room because her sister is one of my friend's roommates (although the sister...
...flesh recoils from my icy bathroom tile. I am wearing nothing but my red plaid boxers. There is a putrid stench, but its origin is unclear. Early morning sunlight streams through a window. I bring myself upright and lean against the bathtub. The toilet stands amidst a puddle of vomit. At its sight, I hold back a dry heave. God bless the Hong Kong...
...FIRST VISIT TO THE RESTROOM, I stare Kong culture dead in the eye. The vomit looks a brown, orange color-like vegetable moo shoo gai pan splattered on the toilet and hanging on the stall walls. The smell cripples me and I feel a spasm contract my stomach. I close my eyes, hold my breath and aim my stream of kidney-processed Budweiser into the puke lagoon. The guy facing the urinal turns his head to caution his buddy entering the restroom, "Watch out, somebody zooped in here!" I've never heard of zooping before, but I sure as hell...