Lisa's Gastroenteritis

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Lisa's Gastroenteritis

Postby fred80 on 16 Dec 2017 00:50

Lisa's Gastroenteritis Part 1

9pm, Wednesday October 12, 2016, Sydney Australia

Lisa Huang, 28, Chinese expat from Shanghai, I.T. Project Manager, news anchor Susan Li from Bloomberg lookalike, waits for her bus, holding a box of takeaway vegetable sushi she just bought across the street from her office.
After a long day tying up loose ends of a project to be delivered by tomorrow, Lisa is tired and hungry.
She boards the bus and walks to a seat near the middle of the bus. She grabs the handrail with her right hand before sliding into the seat.
Trace amounts of norovirus-infected faecal residue, carrying billions of norovirus particles, transfer to Lisa's fingertips from the handrail, smudged onto the steel surface from the fingertips of a sick female passenger earlier in the day.
Lisa's stomach growls with hunger as the bus starts moving.
Ravenous, Lisa opens the container of sushi and picks up a piece of the sliced sushi with her fingers, transferring the norovirus-infected faecal residue from her fingertips to the sushi piece. She opens up the fish-shaped soy sauce and then squeezes soy sauce onto the sushi rice. She then rips open the small packet of wasabi and squeezes a dollop onto the sushi rice. Lisa then pops the whole piece in her mouth.
She chews and swallows.
The chunks of sushi slide down Lisa's oesophagus, carrying the norovirus-infected faecal residue, and then splash down into the shallow pool of water and gastric fluid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.

After ten minutes, a chunk pile of vegetable sushi sits at the bottom of Lisa's stomach in the shallow pool of water and gastric fluid. Trace amounts of norovirus-infected faecal residue are mixed through the chunks, teeming with billions of norovirus particles.
The norovirus particles quickly swim away from the chunks and wash up on the lining of Lisa's stomach, where they begin to infect her cells.

9:30pm, inside Lisa's apartment block, Bondi, Sydney, Australia

As Lisa walks up the stairs to her apartment, she notices Alex, 29, her good looking neighbour, opening his door to leave.
"Hi, Lisa. How you doin'?" Alex greets her politely in his Aussie accent, smiling.
Lisa consciously tries not to blush but fails.
"Good...I'm good. Very well," Lisa lies, realising she just unconsciously stated the same thing three times. She forgives herself for sounding stupid. She almost can't even remember her own name, she's that tired.
"You look absolutely trashed," Alex says, noticing the exhaustion in her face as he locks his front door. He only just stops himself from continuing with, "...but you still look beautiful." He's always had a crush on her ever since she moved in next door to him. She had always reminded him of the Disney character Mulan, who had always featured in one of his fantasies since he was a teenager.
Lisa then tries to look for her door keys in her handbag with the same hand she's using to hold the empty sushi container, her exhaustion severely compromising her normally excellent fluid reasoning ability.
"I can see what you had for dinner. Sushi? Again?" Alex says, smiling, walking down the few stairs to meet her, taking the empty container for her. He smells the familiar vanilla scent of Lisa's perfume coming off her body and feels aroused as he comes close to her dressed in her sexy, grey, figure-hugging office dress.
"Oh. Now that's a lot easier," Lisa says, smiling, pulling out her keys using her freed hand.
Alex and Lisa look at each other uncomfortably for a few moments, their attraction to each other obvious to any voyeuristic observers, had there been any.
"So where are you off to?" Lisa asks Alex, trying to break the excruciating silence.
"I'm off to see a friend," Alex replies.
"A friend?" Lisa asks, looking at her watch.
"Yeah. She's sick. Gastroenteritis. Vomiting and diarrhoea. She needs someone to buy her Pedialyte," Alex says.
"Oh. Sounds bad. I read the norovirus is going around," Lisa says, realising she feels slightly jealous of this friend of his who has gastroenteritis. She obviously has his attention.
"Yeah. She's like you, an expat. She's from Hong Kong. No family here," Alex says.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Lisa asks, rudely fishing for details.
"She's not my girlfriend. She's from my work," Alex replies abruptly.
"Oh, so she's just a friend. You must sleep with a few female Chinese expats, do you?" Lisa pokes him cheekily, joking in poor taste, poorly trying to hide her slight jealously, indirectly fishing for a bit of information about him, such as his sexuality and his relationship status, her tiredness leaving her a little less inhibited, enabling her to ask more personal questions.
Alex blushes as he considers his reply.
"I don't sleep around, actually," Alex replies tersely, as he continues walking down the stairs carrying her empty sushi container to throw away for her.
"Sorry," Lisa says, worried she might have offended him.
"It's okay. I just have to go. Cindy needs Pedialyte," Alex says, thankful he ended the weird conversation about his personal life before it got too personal.
"Bye," Lisa says, watching him walk down to the bottom.
Alex waves his hand to say goodbye.

12pm, Friday October 14, 2016, Lisa's office, Sydney Australia

A slight wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach as she sits at her desk in her office, her laptop open, wearing a sexy, black, figure-hugging office dress.
Lisa looks at her half-full mug of cold instant coffee and instantly feels revolted by it.
She swallows, patting her stomach with her hand, wondering why she feels weirdly sick in her stomach, having not much appetite for lunch.

During the previous night and into this morning, the norovirus infection in Lisa's stomach has gradually worsened, leaving patches of her stomach lining red, inflamed and irritated as the norovirus particles multipled into the hundreds of billions, continuously infecting more and more of the cells of her guts.
As a result, Lisa has begun to feel a bit nauseous over the last hour or two.
She picks up her half-full bottle of water, raises it to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, hoping a bit of water might bring back her appetite.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of water and coffee, and the remnant chunks of her semi-digested milk-soaked oats she ate for breakfast.

Lisa then closes her laptop and stands up to take her lunch break, thinking she might feel better with a full stomach.
She picks up her handbag and then leaves her office to head down to her favourite Chinese takeaway, whose cuisine reminds her the most of her mother's cooking in comparison to all the other of the city's Chinese restaurants she's tried.

12:30pm

Lisa sits at her desk in front of her now empty takeaway container, its contents of jasmine rice with plum sauce flavoured chicken and bok choy now sitting in a chunk pile in her stomach, resting up against the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining.
Lisa picks up her bottle of water, raises it to lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks to wash down the remaining food in her mouth.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the chunk pile of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested, milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a pool of water and coffee.

Lisa then opens up her laptop and resumes her work, hoping her stomach will now settle down.

12:45pm

A chunk of plum sauce chicken scrapes up against a red, inflamed patch of Lisa's stomach lining.
A strong wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
Lisa picks up her water bottle, raises it to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, hoping her nausea goes away.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the chunk pile of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested, milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a pool of water and coffee.

Feeling slightly worried about her persistent nausea, Lisa anxiously plays with the jade ring pendant on the end of her gold necklace, and then pops a piece of her necklace in her mouth, playing with it on the end of her tongue, something she always does when she feels anxious.
Lisa burps, retasting the plum sauce-flavoured chicken mixed with the vile flavour of her stomach acid.
Lisa then resumes her work, hoping her stomach will soon settle down.

12:55pm

Another chunk of chicken scrapes up against a red, inflamed patch of Lisa's stomach lining.
Another, stronger wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
She raises the bottle to her lips and has a sip of water.
She waits, pressing the bottle's opening to her lips, hoping for the nausea to dissipate.
Lisa burps.
Another chunk of chicken scrapes up against Lisa's red, inflamed stomach lining.
Another wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa has another sip, waiting for the nausea to go away.
She burps, waiting.
She waits.
She burps, again retasting the plum sauce chicken combined with the sick flavour of her stomach acid.
She waits.
Another chunk of chicken scrapes up against a red, inflamed patch of Lisa's stomach lining.
Another strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Salty saliva begins flooding into Lisa's mouth.
Lisa swallows down the mouthful of saliva.
Panicking, Lisa stands up, holding her bottle of water, and quickly walks towards the women's toilet, realising full well she's going to vomit.
While she walks, another load of salty saliva floods into her mouth as another strong wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
Her throat muscles begin to expand.
As Lisa walks into the women's toilet, she cups a hand over her mouth in case it comes up before she makes it to the bowl.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She quickly walks into the first available cubicle and quickly locks the door behind her.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach then contracts as she turns to face the toilet,
"Buuuuurrrrrrp"
Chunky vomit roars violently up Lisa's oesophagus from her stomach, quickly filling her closed, cupped mouth, her cheeks explosively expanding as she desperately tries to hold the vomit in.
Her mouth full of vomit, Lisa then quickly removes her hand from her mouth, lifts the seat, kneels down and plants her face over the bowl, still holding her water bottle in her other hand, her long, dark brown, almost-black hair, dropping down on each side of her face, threatening to get drenched along with her jade pendant which dangles over the bowl on the end of her necklace. Lisa quickly clips her stray locks of hair behind her ears with her left hand, places the bottle down next to the toilet, and then holds the rim of the toilet bowl with both hands as her stomach violently contracts again, forcing her to open her mouth.
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
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Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
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Cough
Cough

Torrents of water, carrying chunks of plum sauce chicken, bok choy and rice, roar up Lisa's oesophagus and spew violently from her mouth, splashing down into the toilet bowl. The force of the torrent causes some of the vomit to splash back up onto the the back and sides of the bowl, the small chunks of rice, chicken and bok choy dotted around on a thin, vile film of water, coffee and gastric fluid.
Lisa spits into the bowl, coughing, her pendant dangling on the end of her necklace just close enough to her neck to have avoided the hit. Lisa swallows down a few chunk remnants still inside her mouth as she looks at what she just vomited up, still in disbelief over how violently she just threw up. Another load of salty saliva then floods into Lisa's mouth.
She spits into the bowl.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She spits.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach contracts violently,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
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Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
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Cough
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"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
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Cough
Cough

More torrents of water, carrying chunks of plum sauce chicken, bok choy and rice, gush up Lisa's oesophagus and then spew violently from her mouth, splashing down into the toilet bowl.
The horrid smell of Lisa's lunch, combined with her own stomach acid rise up into her face, disgusting her.
She spits again into the bowl, wondering if this vomiting episode will ever stop. Logic tells her it must at some point.
Another load of salty saliva then floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach contracts,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrr...hrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
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Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrr...hrrrrrrglglglg"
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Cough
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"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrr...hrrrrrrglglglg"
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Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrr...hrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
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Cough
Cough

A thinner torrent of water and chunks spews from Lisa's mouth down into the toilet bowl, which is followed by a few dry heaves that bring up a little gastric fluid and a few small chunks of chicken, mashed with chewed rice and bok choy.
The chunks squeeze out in between Lisa's lips, attaching themselves to the string of clear gastric fluid dangling from Lisa's lips over the toilet bowl. As the chunks slowly slide down the string, Lisa's throat burns from the stomach acid stuck in her throat, causing her to cough, which breaks the chunks free from the gooey string. The chunks then plop into the water as Lisa spits the gooey string of gastric fluid from her lips.
Lisa then waits a few moments to make sure she's done. She breaks off some toilet paper and wipes the vomit off her lips.
Lisa looks at the vomit chunks of her lunch still churning in the toilet water and dotted on the sides and the back of the bowl, still slowly sliding down the bowl towards the water. She looks at the clouds of gastric fluid in the water and smells the acidic flavour of her vomit, which causes another small wave of nausea. She then quickly flushes the toilet so as not to tempt her stomach to heave again.
Still kneeling at the bowl, Lisa then picks up her water bottle, raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, hoping now she's vomited she'll feel better.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the remnant chunks of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a shallow pool of gastric fluid.

Lisa then stands up, opens her cubicle door and washes her hands, refilling her water bottle in the kitchen before returning to her office.

1:30pm

Lisa sits at her desk, trying to work as her nausea slowly returns.
A wave of gastric fluid and water washes a few small chunks of chicken over a red, inflamed patch of her stomach lining, irritating her stomach again.
A wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows.
Anxious about vomiting again, Lisa picks up her water bottle, raises it to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, praying she doesn't have the norovirus she knows is going around.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the remnant chunks of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a shallow pool of gastric fluid and water.

Lisa then returns to her work, hopeful she doesn't have the violent stomach bug she fears she could have.

1:40pm

As Lisa reaches over to open her desk drawer, another wave of gastric fluid and water washes chunks of rice and bok choy onto the red, inflamed patches of her stomach lining.
Another strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows.
She again reaches for her bottle of water, raises it to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, hoping drinking more water will help to settle her stomach.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the remnant chunks of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a deepening pool of gastric fluid and water.

Lisa places her bottle back down.
She takes a few deep breaths to try to make the slightly sick feeling in her stomach go away.
"Burp," Lisa burps, again tasting the plum sauce chicken flavour, combined with the vile, acidic flavour of her own stomach acid as the vapour rises up her oesophagus into her mouth from her stomach.
Lisa swallows, and then anxiously places her necklace in her mouth, playing with it on her curled tongue.
She swallows again and then takes another deep breath, placing a hand on her stomach, praying she hasn't caught the norovirus.
Lisa then returns to her work.

1:45pm

Another wave of gastric fluid and water then washes another chunk of chicken onto a red, inflamed patch of Lisa's stomach lining.
Another strong wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
Lisa swallows.
She reaches for her bottle of water, quickly raises it to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, praying she hasn't caught a stomach bug.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the remnant chunks of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a deepening pool of gastric fluid and water.
Lisa waits, pressing the bottle's rim to her lips.
"Burp," Lisa burps, waiting for the water to settle in her stomach.
Another wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Her anxiety building, Lisa tilts her head back and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, praying she doesn't vomit again.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the remnant chunks of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a deep pool of gastric fluid and water.
"Burp," Lisa burps, tasting the again tasting the flavours of her lunch, combined her stomach acid.
She waits.
She burps.
She waits, anxiously pressing the bottle to her lips, willing her nausea to go away.
She waits.
Another wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Salty saliva begins flooding into Lisa's mouth.
Lisa again tilts her head back, as she stands up, and drinks as she again walks towards the women's toilet,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks in desperation as she walks.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down onto the remnant chunks of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy, as well as the remnants of semi-digested milk-soaked oats from breakfast, sitting at the bottom of her stomach in a deep pool of gastric fluid and water.
Lisa then quickens her step as she approaches the toilets.
Another wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach as she then starts running towards the toilets, carrying her now almost empty bottle.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
Lisa's throat muscles begin to expand.
She swallows and cups a hand over her mouth as she enters the toilets.
"Buuuurrrrrrp," Lisa's stomach contracts as she enters the toilets, vomit violently gushing up her oesophagus from her stomach into her closed mouth, which quickly fills up.
Lisa realises there's not enough time to get to a cubicle.
She turns to the nearest sink as her stomach violently contracts again,
"Buuuuuurrrrrrp"
More chunky water vomit gushes up Lisa's oesophagus from her stomach into her mouth.
Watery vomit then begins spewing out between Lisa's pursed lips as she makes a dash for the sink.
Vomit begins spraying out in between Lisa's fingers of her cupped hand over her mouth, and then drops to the tiled floor in front of her.
Lisa drops her bottle on the floor, clips her dangling hair behind her ears and quickly leans over the sink, opening her mouth as her stomach heaves violently again,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
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Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
Splash
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Cough
Cough

Torrents of mostly water roar up Lisa's oesophagus and spray violently from her mouth into the sink.
The pool of vomit quickly begins circling around the drain hole and then goes down the drain, leaving behind a trail of small chunks on the side of the sink, leading to the drain.
Watery vomit drips from Lisa's lips into the sink as she tries to catch her breath, coughing as she then tries to swallow an acidic chunk in her mouth back down again.
Lisa spits into the sink, where the vomit water has already gone down the drain, the bubbly wad of spit attaching to a small piece of bok choy which sits near the drain hole.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach contracts again violently,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
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Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
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Cough
Cough

More torrents of water and small chunks gush up Lisa's oesophagus and spew violently from her lips into the sink, almost totally emptying her stomach.
Lisa again watches as the water circles down the drain under the influence of the Coriolis Effect, leaving behind a trail of small chunks, some of which get stuck over the hole, some of which manage to go down as well.
Vomit water dribbles from Lisa's lips into the sink as she coughs to clear her throat of small acidic chunks, which she spits into the sink.
Lisa hopes it's over.
She swallows down the acidic chunks still in her mouth.
She waits.
She takes a few deep breaths.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She whimpers.
Lisa's almost empty stomach heaves again violently,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
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"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
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"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
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A bit of water, gastric fluid and small chunks gargle up Lisa's oesophagus and then dribbles from her lips, plopping into the sink.
Lisa spits the foul tasting stomach acid from her mouth, a clear string of it slowly descending from her lips into the sink.
Lisa waits a few moments and then decides she's done.
She turns on the tap to wash the rest of her vomit chunks down the drain, washes her mouth, rinses her mouth, and then washes her hands. She picks up her bottle and returns to her office, where she considers taking the rest of the day off.

2:15pm

Lisa waits for her bus, holding her seven-eighths full 1 litre bottle of Sprite, her long, dark hair blowing in the cold wind which blows intensely through the wind tunnel created by the city's office blocks.
Having vomited twice in the office toilet since lunchtime, Lisa left work early, telling the head of I.T. she's vomiting and thinks she might have a stomach bug.
As she waits for the bus, which is now running late, a wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows, retasting the revolting, acidic flavour of what she had just vomited up only around 30 minutes before, as a vomit chunk of plum sauce flavoured chicken from lunch dislodges from between her top left gums and the inside of her left cheek, and then slithers back down her throat almost causing her to gag and vomit again suddenly.
Lisa unscrews the lid, the carbon hissing through the bottle's opening, and then raises the bottle to her lips, praying she can survive the bus ride home without vomiting again.
Lisa slips her hand in her handbag as she presses the bottle to her lips, rustling the plastic rubbish bag she put in there before leaving work, in preparation for the possibility she will vomit again on the way home to her apartment.
Recently becoming single after a two year relationship with a slightly younger Aussie guy, Lisa has no partner to come and pick her up from work to take her home and save her the embarrassment of potentially vomiting on the bus. With all her family in China and the U.S. and all her expat friends without their own car, the only person Lisa can think of who could drive her is her next door neighbour, Alex. Boxer Jeff Horn lookalike, Alex has been very friendly to her since she arrived in Australia from China more than two years ago. Despite Lisa's slight crush on him, the fact her apartment is right next to his, and the fact she has had his phone number for two years, she's never asked him his surname and feels uncomfortable and embarrassed to call him out of the blue and ask if he can drive her home from work because she's sick and vomiting. She doesn't even know what he does for a living, whether or not he's single or even what his sexual preference is, despite a few attempts at finding out.
Lisa can now only hope the bottle of Sprite she bought ten minutes ago will help settle her stomach.
As the bus approaches the bus stop, Lisa tilts her head back and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, determined to not vomit again.

The lemonade cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of lemonade with what's left of her lunch - small, floating chunks of rice and plum sauce chicken with bok choy - as well as the remnants of milk-soaked oats from breakfast sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
"Burp," Lisa burps before boarding the bus, tasting the lemonade vapour combined with the acidic plum chicken flavour, and quickly realises she's one of only four passengers on the bus, two men, two women, including her.
With trace amounts of norovirus-infected vomit still on her fingertips after wiping the vomit from her lips with toilet paper, Lisa grabs each handrail as she walks all the way to the back of the bus, hoping for some privacy if she needs to vomit during the ride.
The norovirus-infected vomit traces transfer from Lisa's fingertips to the bus handrails, leaving behind invisible norovirus fingerprint smudges on the steel surfaces of the handrails.
As Lisa sits down on the back seat, a wave of lemonade crashes into the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining.
Another wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
Lisa swallows, praying she doesn't vomit again.
As the bus begins moving, Lisa again raises the bottle to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, desperate to not vomit.

The lemonade cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of lemonade with what's left of her lunch - small, floating chunks of rice and plum
sauce chicken with bok choy - as well as the remnants of milk-soaked oats from breakfast sitting at the bottom of her stomach.

Lisa tries to stay positive, clutching her Sprite bottle as the bus stops at a set of traffic lights, hoping she can hold off vomiting until she arrives at her apartment.
"Burp," Lisa burps again, again tasting the sickly, acidic lemonade vapour from her stomach, combined with the acidic plum chicken flavour, as the bubbly lemonade pools at the bottom of her stomach.
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Re: Lisa's Gastroenteritis

Postby fred80 on 16 Dec 2017 00:51

Lisa's Gastroenteritis Part 2

2:30pm, Oxford Street, Darlinghurst, Sydney, Australia

As Lisa's bus inches down Oxford Street towards Bondi, Lisa's nausea worsens.
Lisa clutches her 1 litre bottle of Sprite, now three quarters full.
A deepening pool of lemonade and stomach acid sits at the bottom of Lisa's stomach, periodically sending waves of small chunks of food onto the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining each time the bus stops and starts moving through the traffic.
A strong wave of nausea rises up from her stomach as the bus inches through the heavy traffic.
Lisa swallows.
She unscrews the cap of her Sprite bottle.
"Hsssssss," the bottle hisses as the carbon escapes from the opening.
Lisa raises the bottle to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, determined to not vomit on the bus.

The lemonade cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deepening pool of lemonade with what's left of her lunch - small, floating chunks of rice and plum
sauce chicken with bok choy - as well as the remnants of milk-soaked oats from breakfast sitting at the bottom of her stomach

"Burp," Lisa burps, again tasting the sick, acidic lemony vapour from her stomach.
Lisa then takes out her earphones from her handbag, plugs them into her phone and puts them in her ears. She opens her music app and listens to random songs from her music collection, hoping she can take her mind off her nausea and fool her stomach into thinking it feels better.
Lisa waits, clutching her Sprite bottle, hoping music can help reduce her nausea.

2:45pm

The bus driver stops the bus suddenly and honks the horn as a taxi cuts him off.
Lisa jerks forward in her seat.
A large wave of the warm, bubbly lemonade pooling at the bottom of Lisa's stomach washes a few chunks of chicken onto a red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patch of Lisa's stomach lining, irritating her stomach.
A strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows.
She unscrews the cap of her Sprite bottle, now just over half full.
"Hssssss," the carbon hisses as it escapes through the opening.
Lisa raises the bottle to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, hoping filling up her stomach with lemonade will calm her nausea.

The lemonade cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deep pool of lemonade with what's left of her lunch - small, floating chunks of rice and plum
sauce chicken with bok choy - as well as the remnants of milk-soaked oats from breakfast sitting at the bottom of her stomach.

"Burp," Lisa burps as the lemonade fizz settles in her stomach.
She waits, pressing the bottle's opening to her lips, hoping the nausea goes away.
The bus bumps hard over a pothole in the road, jerking Lisa up and down violently in her seat.
Another large wave of the warm, bubbly lemonade pooling at the bottom of Lisa's stomach washes a few chunks of chicken, rice, bok choy and oats from breakfast onto a red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patch of Lisa's stomach lining, irritating her stomach.
Another strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Salty saliva begins flooding into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows down the saliva.
Panicking, Lisa again raises the bottle to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks in desperation.

The lemonade cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deep pool of lemonade with what's left of her lunch - small, floating chunks of rice and plum
sauce chicken with bok choy - as well as the remnants of milk-soaked oats from breakfast sitting at the bottom of her stomach.

"Burp," Lisa burps, panicking as she tastes the acidic, lemonade, plum and chicken vapour rise into her mouth from her stomach.
Desperate to not vomit, Lisa takes in deep breaths with the bottle still pressed to her lips, praying the nausea goes away.
Another wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
Lisa's feels her throat muscles expand.
Panicking, Lisa swallows.
She tilts her head back, and drinks in desperation,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug...burp.......buuuuurrrrrrrp," Lisa's stomach heaves with her mouth still over the Sprite bottle opening.
The sweet, bubbly lemonade roars back up Lisa's oesophagus and spews violently from her mouth straight back into the Sprite bottle, down the side of the bottle, down her fingers, hand and forearm, and then all over her lap and her black stiletto shoes, and then finally onto the floor of the bus.
Lisa feels the wet warmth of her vomit begin to penetrate through her black dress onto her thighs.
Lisa quickly screws the cap back on the bottle and places it beside her on the seat, just before her stomach heaves violently again.
Lisa quickly plants her face over the floor of the bus, having no time to take out her plastic bag,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
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Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough

Lemonade vomit roars up Lisa's oesophagus and projects violently from her mouth, splattering liquid and small chunks of food onto the floor down the aisle of the bus.
Small chunks of semi-digested chewed rice, chicken and bok choy skid along the slippery film of lemonade and gastric fluid, coming to rest about two metres away from her, dotting the lemonade vomit puddle with mostly small white chunks.
The three other people on the bus turn around hearing the sudden splashing noise coming from the back of the bus.
Lisa quickly pulls her earphones off her ears and places her phone back in her handbag as vomit drips from her lips and nose.
The two men turn back around towards the front, not wanting to acknowledge her plight and offer assistance.
Alarmed, the only other woman on the bus, Karen Lewis, a 24 year old, emetophobic blonde, offers to help, bravely standing up and approaching Lisa just as her stomach heaves violently again, forcing Karen to wait for the vomiting to finish before continuing to walk towards her.
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough

More torrents of chunky lemonade vomit gush up Lisa's oesophagus and spray violently from her mouth, projecting onto the floor of the bus.
Vomit drips from Lisa's lips and nose as she coughs up the small, acidic chunks, dislodging them from her throat and then spitting them onto the floor.
A string of clear gastric fluid hangs from Lisa's lips, swaying back and forth in sync with her dangling jade pendant on the necklace around her neck.
She vigorously spits the string from her lips onto the floor.
"Here," Karen says, handing Lisa a small pocket sized packet of tissues.
"Thanks," Lisa croaks, taking the packet from her outstretched hand, placing it beside her on the back seat.
Lisa takes in a few deep breaths as Karen takes a big step over the large vomit puddle to take a seat next to Lisa on the back seat.
As Lisa watches her vomit stream slowly down towards the front of the bus, another wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
Another load of salty saliva floods into her mouth.
Lisa then remembers her plastic bag. She quickly pulls the white plastic bag out of her handbag, opens it up, and holds it out in front, under her mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach heaves again violently,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
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Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough

More torrents of lemonade vomit roar up Lisa's oesophagus and spray from her mouth, splashing into the plastic bag which rustles at the vomit hits the plastic.
The strong, acidic smell of lemonade vomit wafts up into their faces as Lisa spits a dangling string of gastric fluid into the bag, her vomit pooling at the bottom under its own weight.
Her heart pounding from anxiety, Karen places her hand on Lisa's back and strokes it, knowing the trauma she must be going through.
Karen then begins to feel slightly wet at her crotch.
"It's okay," Karen whispers, bravely fighting her own fear of vomiting and seeing others vomit to help the stranger. Over time, Karen's fear of vomiting has gradually turned into a Youtube obsession, and she recently realised she feels aroused by other women vomiting, especially when they heave loudly, even though she feels so anxious at the same time.
Lisa swallows and then spits again into the bag.
She takes a few deep breaths to try to help settle her stomach.
Another load of salty saliva then floods into Lisa's mouth.
Karen then holds out her hands to help Lisa hold the bag for her under her mouth.
Lisa nods to show her appreciation.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Another load of salty saliva floods into her mouth.
Karen's crotch floods.
Lisa spits into the bag.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's almost empty stomach heaves violently,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough

Yellow stomach acid gargles up Lisa's oesophagus and oozes from her lips into the plastic bag.
Lisa coughs violently as she spits the gooey, yellow, dangling string of bile from her lips into the bag.
Karen holds the bag, her heart pounding, goosebumps forming on the back of her neck, feeling increasingly wet at her crotch as she hears Lisa's violent retching.
Lisa coughs again and spits again as she waits, looking at the yellow stomach acid she just brought up into the plastic bag which swirls around in the bubbly pool of lemonade vomit. She hopes it's over.
Karen waits, hoping it's not over.
Another load of salty saliva then floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's empty stomach heaves again violently, her neck muscles straining,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough

More gooey, yellow stomach acid gargles up Lisa's oesophagus and plops from her lips into the plastic bag.
Lisa spits into the bag coughing violently from her own stomach acid burning her throat.
Lisa waits a few moments to convince herself she's finished vomiting, and then opens the packet of tissues.
"Are you sick?" Karen asks the bleeding obvious.
"Yeah, I'm sick," Lisa croaks, pulling out one of the tissues.
Lisa then wipes her mouth, blows her nose, and then wipes the vomit off her hand and forearm.
Karen takes the plastic bag and has a quick look inside. As the acidic, lemony vapour rises up into her nostrils, she sees the pool of lemonade vomit with small chunks of rice, a white meat, tiny bits of a green vegetable, and the yellow swirls of bile sitting on top.
Lisa then scrunches up the tissue and throws it in the bag.
"Do you have food poisoning," Karen asks, fishing for more details about her sickness.
Lisa takes out another tissue.
"I think I have a stomach virus," Lisa croaks, as she tries to wipe up as much vomit as she can from her lap.
She then scrunches it up and throws it in the plastic bag.
Lisa then picks up her vomit-filled Sprite bottle and places it in the plastic bag.
As Karen ties up the bag, Lisa realises it's nearly up to her stop.
She presses her index finger to the nearest red button on the nearest handrail, transferring trace amounts of her norovirus-infected vomit to the surface of the button.
"It's my stop. Thanks for helping me," Lisa croaks, unsure how to appropriately express her gratitude, as she packs up her things, picks up her handbag and stands up in her own vomit puddle.
"It's no problem at all. Just one girl looking out for another, right?" Karen says, smiling.
"Thanks again," Lisa croaks, smiling as she tries to take the vomit-filled plastic bag from Karen.
Karen strangely pulls back.
"It's okay. I'll throw it away for you," Karen says.
"Really?" Lisa croaks, puzzled.
"Yeah. I'll chuck it. I insist," Karen replies, smiling.
"Okay, then. Thanks so much for doing that. Bye," Lisa croaks, walking towards the opening doors of the bus after stopping.
"Bye. I hope you feel better soon," Karen says, her wetness intensifying as she holds the bag of vomit.
Karen then slides her butt towards the window at the back seat and slips her free hand under her skirt.
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Re: Lisa's Gastroenteritis

Postby fred80 on 16 Dec 2017 00:52

Lisa's Gastroenteritis Part 3

3pm, Lisa's apartment block, Bondi, Sydney, Australia

Lisa walks slowly up the stairs to her apartment, her ab muscles sore from having vomited violently three times since lunch time.
She prays she doesn't meet Alex outside her door, looking like death and smelling like vomit, the wet patch of vomit on her dress still visible.
As Lisa reaches into her handbag for her keys, standing outside her front door, Alex opens the door of his apartment and comes out.
"Damn it!" Lisa says under her breath.
"Oh. Hi Lisa," Alex says, smiling, looking at her and thinking she looks sick or just really tired...but still beautiful.
He then smells the vomit as the fragrance of Lisa's vanilla scented perfume drifts over to him, combining with the slight tang of acidic, vomited-up lemonade.
He feels aroused nonetheless.
"Hi," Lisa croaks in reply.
"You look really tired. Or are you sick?" Alex asks, walking closer to her.
"Yeah, I'm just pretty tired," Lisa replies, praying Alex doesn't come any closer and smell the vomit on her - the ultimate turn off.
As Alex comes closer, he's pretty sure he smells vomit coming from her, its scent not well masked by her vanilla perfume.
He doesn't say anything.
In vain, Lisa takes a couple of steps back so as to prevent him from smelling anything.
It's no use.
"Okay, well you'd better get some rest," Alex says as he goes back to lock his front door, now certain Lisa smells weirdly like vomit. He wonders if the large, slightly wet patch he can see on the front of her black dress is vomit.
"Where are you off to?" Lisa asks, unable to make herself stop prodding him about his comings and goings.
"I'm going to see my friend, Cindy. She's still recovering from her sickness, so I'm just going to check up on her," Alex says.
"I see," Lisa says, unlocking her front door.
"See you 'round," Alex says, as he walks quickly down the stairs.
"Bye," Lisa croaks, as she walks into her apartment, feeling somewhat jealous of this Cindy girl, whoever she is. If she's not his girlfriend now, she could soon be, Lisa thinks to herself. She feels despondent thinking about it, wondering whether she should have just cried into his arms telling him she's sick and vomiting too and needs him to look after her as well...but she has her pride, which is worth more than any boyfriend, no matter how good a catch he is.
Lisa closes her door, drops her handbag on the floor, and then collapses on her couch, kicking off her stiletto shoes, exhausted.
She then grabs a cushion, picks up her TV remote and turns on the TV.

3:15pm

As Lisa lies on her couch watching daytime TV, still dressed in her black dress, a wave of stomach acid washes up against a red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patch of her stomach lining, irritating her stomach.
A wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows, worried her nausea could be returning.
Feeling thirsty from vomiting all afternoon, Lisa sits up and walks to her kitchen.
She grabs a glass and pours herself a glass of water.
She raises the rim to her lips and takes a small sip, not wanting to drink so much, only to vomit it straight back up again.
Lisa then walks to her bedroom and undresses.
She unzips her black, figure-hugging dress from the back and shuffles it down off her body, revealing her stylish black underwear and black bra.
Lisa then looks in her mirror as she unclips her bra from behind and pulls it off, looking at her breasts and wishing they were a bit bigger.
Lisa then pulls on a comfortable white singlet and then her blue and yellow Pokemon pyjama trousers.
Still looking in the mirror, Lisa positions her jade pendant dangling on the end of her gold necklace just below her collarbone.
She then ties her hair into a messy ponytail.
As Lisa walks back out of her bedroom she grabs a small blanket to take with her back to the couch, but then feels another wave of nausea rise up from her stomach.
Lisa swallows, afraid she might vomit again.
She walks back into her kitchen, carrying her blanket under her arm, and opens a cupboard, pulling out a large, white, plastic salad bowl to vomit in, just in case - although she hopes she won't need it.
Lisa then carries the bowl, her glass of water and blanket back to the couch, laying the blanket on the couch, and placing the glass and bowl on the coffee table.
Lisa sits down on the couch watching what's on TV, picks up her glass of water and raises the rim to her lips.
Feeling thirsty, Lisa then tilts her head back slightly and gulps down a few mouthfuls of water,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp,"

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa then lays her head on the cushion and lies down, watching TV. She slips her hand under her white singlet and places her hand on her slightly sore stomach, hoping her nausea doesn't return.

3:30pm

As Lisa watches TV, she moves her body slightly to find a more comfortable position. A shallow wave of water mixed with stomach acid splashes over a red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patch of Lisa's stomach lining.
A strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows.
She sits up and reaches for her glass of water.
She raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back slightly, and gulps down a few mouthfuls,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp,"

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of water and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa then places the glass back down, simultaneously burping up sick, acidic vapour from her stomach.
She then lies back down on the couch, hoping for no more vomiting.

3:45pm

Lisa again shifts her body slightly to find a more comfortable lying position. Another wave of water and stomach acid from the shallow pool at the bottom of her stomach splashes up onto another red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patch of her stomach lining.
Another strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows.
Lisa cautiously sits up and reaches for her three-quarter full glass.
Feeling thirsty, Lisa raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back slightly, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," this time drinking slightly more, feeling a bit more confident she can keep more down.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deepening pool of water and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa then places the glass back on the coffee table and lies back down on the couch, watching TV.

4pm

Lisa again shifts her body to a more comfortable position on the couch.
Another wave of acidic water splashes up against a red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patch of Lisa's stomach lining, irritating her stomach.
Another strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Lisa swallows.
Lisa again sits up and reaches for her now half-full glass of water.
She raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," feeling confident of keeping more water down.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deepening pool of water and stomach acid sitting a the bottom of her stomach.
As Lisa places the glass back on the coffee table, another strong wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
She swallows.
Lisa reaches forward again and grabs her glass.
She raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks, desperate to fight back the persistent nausea,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, now worrying she might vomit again.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deep pool of water and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa waits, sitting forward on the couch, her bare feet flat on the floor, pressing the rim to her lips, hoping the nausea will pass.
Another strong wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Salty saliva begins flooding into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
Panicking, Lisa tilts her head back, and drinks the remaining water in the glass,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, finishing the glass.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deep pool of water and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa quickly stands up and runs to the kitchen, carrying her glass.
As she runs, another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
Her throat muscles begin to expand.
Lisa swallows.
She swallows again.
Lisa quickly places her glass under the tap and turns it on, quickly filling it up to the rim.
Lisa then quickly raises the glass to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks in desperation.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deep pool of water and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa waits, pressing her lips to the glass, desperate to avoid vomiting.
"Burp," Lisa burps, the sick, acidic vapour rising up into her mouth.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
Her throat muscles continue to expand.
Saliva dribbles from Lisa's lips down the inside of the glass.
She swallows.
Panicking, Lisa tilts her head black, tilts her head back, and drinks, desperate to avoid vomiting,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...buuuurrrrrrrp," Lisa's stomach heaves as she tries to drink the water.

The water Lisa had just drunk roars straight back up her oesophagus and quickly fills her closed mouth, causing her cheeks to expand.
Lisa quickly places her glass down and plants her face over the kitchen sink, which still has her dirty breakfast bowl and Hello Kitty coffee mug sitting at the bottom.
Lisa opens her mouth as her stomach heaves again violently,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
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Large torrents of water roar up Lisa's oesophagus and spray violently from her mouth over her dirty dishes in the sink, filling them up to the rim with her vomit. A few drops of vomit water spray back into Lisa's belly, wetting her singlet.
Vomit water drips from Lisa's lips and nose as she tries to catch her breath. She coughs violently over the sink as another load of salty saliva floods into her mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She spits.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach heaves,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
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More torrents of water gush up Lisa's oesophagus and spray violently from her lips into the sink, causing the dirty dishes to overflow with her vomit. The vomit water then proceeds to circle around the drain hole the best it can, navigating its way around the dirty dishes which block its path.
Lisa again tries to catch her breath, coughing to clear the burning acidic water from her throat.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach heaves,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
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Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
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"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
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Thinner streams of water gargle up Lisa's oesophagus and plop from her lips into the pool of water sitting around her dirty dishes in the sink.
Lisa coughs as her stomach acid burns her throat.
She spits into the sink, hoping that's it.
Lisa waits, looking at her vomit slowly go down the drain around her dirty dishes.
Lisa takes in a deep breath, trying to calm her stomach.
She breathes out.
She breathes in.
She breathes out.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She spits into the sink.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's almost empty stomach heaves violently,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
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A little water gargles up Lisa's oesophagus, combined with a few drops of yellow stomach acid, and plops from her lips into the sink, her stomach trying to squeeze up everything inside it.
Lisa coughs violently as she spits out a string of yellow stomach acid dangling from her lips, her jade pendant swinging on the end of her necklace near by, but which is thankfully not long enough to get in the way of her vomit.
Lisa swallows down the rest of the acid stuck in her throat, unable to clear it all out by coughing it up.
She waits, hoping it's over.
Lisa picks up her glass, thinking the vomiting is over, raises the rim to her lips and gulps down two mouthfuls.
Lisa waits, pressing the rim to her lipstick, praying for it to be over.
She takes another cautious sip of water, savouring the cool liquid soothing her burnt throat.
She waits.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
Lisa swallows.
She has one more sip of water and then places her glass back down.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's empty stomach heaves violently,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
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"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
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Lisa's neck and stomach muscles strain as the little water Lisa had just drunk gargles straight back up her oesophagus, plopping into the sink.
Lisa's stomach then violently squeezes up a few more mouthfuls of yellow stomach acid, which plop from her lips into the sink, leaving her neck shiny and sweaty from the exertion, with stray hairs from her ponytail stuck to the back and side of her neck.
Lisa coughs violently and spits the acidic remnants of bile from her mouth.
Lisa then looks at her vomit in the sink as the acidic smell wafts up into her face, taking in deep breaths to try to calm her stomach.
Finished vomiting, and feeling increasingly thirsty, Lisa then picks up her glass of water again, raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, finishing the glass.

The water cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa then washes her lips with water from the tap and refills her glass.
She then returns to the couch where she places her glass back on the coffee table and lies down, covering herself with the blanket.

After a few minutes, Lisa feels a rumble in the lower part of her belly, quickly followed by the urge to use the toilet.
Lisa stands up and walks quickly to the toilet.
She quickly drops her Pokemon trousers and black underwear and sits down.
As Lisa relaxes her muscles, the violent expulsion begins from the other end.
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Re: Lisa's Gastroenteritis

Postby fred80 on 16 Dec 2017 09:51

Lisa's Gastroenteritis Part 4

5pm, Lisa's apartment, Bondi, Sydney, Australia

As Lisa lies on the couch watching TV, waves of nausea gradually intensify.
Lisa swallows, scared that if she moves it will quickly bring on her nausea and make her vomit.
Finally, salty saliva begins flooding into her mouth.
Lisa swallows.
Panicking, Lisa sits up and reaches for the white salad bowl, placing it on her lap, knowing she's going to vomit.
She then reaches for her glass of water, taking only a small sip so as not to further irritate her stomach.

Meanwhile, outside the apartment block, Alex is driving into his parking space, having returned from his visit to Cindy. He parks his car and heads towards the stairs.

Panicking, Lisa holds her glass of water, pressing her wet lips firmly to the rim.
She takes a small sip of water, desperate for her nausea to go away.
Another wave of nausea rises up from Lisa's stomach.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She takes a sip.
She swallows.
She takes a sip.
Another load of salty saliva floods into her mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach heaves violently.
She quickly places her glass back down on the coffee table.
Lisa leans over the salad bowl on her lap, planting her face over it,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
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Water, combined with stomach acid, gargles up Lisa's oesophagus, and plops from her lips, splashing into the white salad bowl.
Coughing, Lisa spits into the bowl, where the water and bile is pooling at the bottom.
The smell of Lisa's stomach acid rises up into her face.
Lisa waits, hoping it's over, taking in deep breaths.

As Alex approaches his apartment, he hears the sound of Lisa's TV combined with the sound of loud retching coming from her apartment, and presses his ear to her front door to confirm it.

Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's empty stomach heaves violently,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
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A few mouthfuls of gooey, yellow stomach acid plop from Lisa's lips and splash into the shallow pool of water and stomach acid at the bottom of the salad bowl.
Lisa coughs into the bowl, wondering if she's ever going to stop vomiting.
Lisa takes a few deep breaths as she tries to suppress the urge to dry heave.
She breathes in.
She breathes out.
She breathes in.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
Lisa plants her face over the bowl, spitting her mouthful of saliva into the bowl.
Then Lisa hears someone knock on the front door.
"Lisa? It's Alex. Are you okay?" Alex asks.
"I'm sick," Lisa croaks in reply, realising now it's pointless to deny she's sick.
Her stomach then heaves violently again,
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
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Another few mouthfuls of yellow stomach acid gargle up Lisa's oesophagus and then plop into the shallow pool of water and bile sitting at the bottom of the bowl.
Lisa coughs violently as she tries to clear the burning acid from her throat.
"Can I come in?" Alex asks.
She spits into the bowl and then picks up her glass to take a small sip of water to clear her throat.
Lisa then places her vomit bowl on the coffee table.
She then stands up, holding her glass of water and then walks to her front door to open it.
Lisa opens the door.
Alex sees her dressed in her white singlet and Pokemon trousers and wants to say she looks really hot.
"Oh, Jeez. You've got the stomach virus too?" Alex says, holding the excess bottles of Pedialyte he bought for Cindy which she didn't end up needing.
"Yeah. I got it. I'm vomiting," Lisa croaks, raising the glass to her lips and taking a small, cautious sip.
"Oh, well. Luckily I've got psychic powers," Alex says, smiling, lifting up the two full bottles of blackcurrant flavoured Pedialyte he's holding.
"Thanks. They must be Cindy's leftovers. Good enough for Lisa, then," Lisa jokes with a little sarcasm, taking another small sip of water.
Alex smells the strong scent of vomit coming from her apartment but isn't put off by it.
He can still smell the alluring scent of Lisa's vanilla perfume coming off her skin, making him feel aroused.
"So are you going to invite me in?" Alex asks.
"If you don't mind being exposed to a biohazard, be my guest," Lisa croaks cynically as she steps aside, loving the role she's given herself - sick, defenceless woman, playing hard to get in order to get the guy.
Alex comes in and Lisa closes the door behind her, wondering if her plan will backfire if he's too disgusted by her vomiting.
"I see you've just vomited," Alex says, placing the bottle of Pedialyte on the coffee table and then picking up the vomit bowl.
He swirls the water and stomach acid mixture around at bottom of the bowl.
"Oh, yeah I was going to chuck it down the toilet. Sorry," Lisa croaks, feeling embarrassed.
"It's okay. I'll do it for you," Alex says, carrying the bowl to her toilet, emptying it, rinsing it, and then returning it.
Lisa then lies back on her couch, covering herself with her blanket.
Alex finds a clean glass in her kitchen and brings it to the coffee table. He then fills it with Pedialyte.
"Here. Try some of this," Alex says, passing the glass to Lisa as she sits up.
She raises the glass to her lips, tilts her head back and gulps down a few mouthfuls,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, liking the blackcurrant flavour in her mouth.

The Pedialyte cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of water and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa then places the glass back on the coffee table and lies back down on the couch.
"What are you watching?" Alex asks, sitting down next to Lisa, next to her feet.
"Standup comedy," Lisa jokes.
"It looks like YouTube. Is that the Second Presidential Debate? Trump Vs Clinton?" Alex asks.
"Yeah...I said standup comedy, didn't I?" Lisa replies, smiling.
"The decline of western civilisation is no laughing matter," Alex jokes.
"Well, China is in line to take over the number one spot from the U.S. I'd say that's pretty funny," Lisa jokes.
"Maybe if you're Chinese. But do you really think so?" Alex asks, opening a can of worms only educated people who know educated people from China have ever experienced.
"Let me explain. U.S. economic weakness is all due to the Deep State cronies, special interest groups and lobbyists pulling strings in the government to suit their own financial interests. They are the ones really running everything. It's not the U.S. president or the government officials we know about who are running the show. It's people behind the scenes we don't even know about. They're also the ones sucking all the wealth out of America like economic zombies and parasites, such as the U.S. industrial military complex, draining billions of dollars from the federal budget each year on unnecessarily high, wasteful, military spending, inventing unnecessary wars to secure giant, unnecessary, moneymaking military contracts to enrich the elites who own shares in companies like Raytheon. They're the top 1 percent who have amassed orders of magnitude more wealth over the last two decades, while the other 99 percent got poorer...a lot poorer," Lisa explains.
"Wow. No wonder China is overtaking the western world economically and politically. You know your stuff. So you mean like the gun lobby and the ones at the U.S. Federal Reserve manipulating the stock market with quantitative easing and whatnot to create asset price inflation for their families and friends who own the assets?" Alex says, her dazzling intellect arousing him.
"Exactly. The people with a lot of money make even more, the people with less money end up with even less. Unrestrained capitalism is fuelling record inequality right across the developed world, not just in America. Do you know life expectancy in America is now actually falling due to obesity and lack of access to affordable healthcare, and this current new generation of children are actually growing up shorter, not taller, than the previous generation, probably due to lack of access to nutritious food? It's a really sad state of affairs," Lisa says as she sits up and reaches for the glass of Pedialyte.
She raises the glass to her lips, tilts her head back slightly, and gulps down a few more mouthfuls,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks.

The Pedialyte cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of water, Pedialyte and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa then places her glass back down on the table and lies back down, slipping her hand under her singlet and placing it on her belly.
"So, does it really matter which one of these comedians wins the U.S. Presidential Election?" Alex asks her.
"Some would say yes. I would say, not really. All U.S. presidents are simply a puppet of big business - the only question is which specific industries they are subservient to, but all of them at the very least answer to the American industrial military complex. As long as that almighty beast still exists, they will never change the Second Amendment rights, there will never ever be a national gun amnesty in America, and we will forever hear of regular mass shootings in the news," Lisa says, as a wave of nausea rises up from her stomach.
Lisa swallows, trying to take her mind off her nausea with intellectually stimulating conversation.
"I reckon it will be a significant geopolitical challenge for the U.S. to defy the strengthening China-Russia alliance. For a start they have to figure out how to pay down their $20 trillion of sovereign debt without compromising too much on their necessary military spending and without requiring years of hyperinflation to help erode the value of the debt," Alex says, surprising Lisa with his own knowledge.
Alex continues.
"Then all that money going into servicing that sovereign debt could go into fixing America's crumbling health system or their chronically underfunded public pension plans. But still, I think deflation and recession is a more worrying concern at the moment, given the Fed's intention to raise the official interest rate in the coming year using doctored unemployment numbers which don't reflect the reality of what's really going on in the U.S. economy," Alex says.
"Yeah, what happened with the public pension plans? How did they fuck that up?" Lisa asks Alex.
"I think what happened was before the dot-com bubble the pension fund was largely invested in U.S. government bonds and had a surplus of about $500 billion. But then when the irrational exuberance of the dot-com era took off with the NASDAQ starting to soar, they decided bonds are boring, so they invested the fund largely in shares to take advantage of the higher rates of return. Then the bubble burst and the $500 billion surplus quickly turned into a $500 billion deficit," Alex explains.
"Shit!" Lisa says, feeling another wave of nausea rise up from her stomach.
Lisa sits up and reaches for her glass of Pedialyte.
She raises the glass to her lips and takes a small, cautious sip, before placing the glass back down and then lying back down.
Alex continues.
"It wasn't able to recover much of the money during the so-called recovery up until the GFC started in 2007, when share investments of course took another heavy blow. With less money to go around, with demographics changing and the population ageing, and with people spending less with smaller pensions to survive on, as well as a worsening labour market due to automation and stagnant wage growth, I think our future is deflationary. I seriously think deflation is the only possible outcome if consumers are debt-burdened and income-constrained," Alex explains.
"Hyperinflation is still a possibility, though. The world is now truly in unchartered territory economically. It could go either way, I guess - expansionary or contractionary, depending on how much money is printed by the world's central banks in their quantitative easing programs to keep stimulating their economies, and how low official interest rates get before the critical tipping point is reached where the economy goes from a deflationary spiral to suddenly going into reverse and having unavoidable hyperinflation," Lisa says, enjoying the intellectual stimulation of being in Alex's presence.
"But how would America get hyperinflation when things like wages growth are at record lows? They can't reduce official interest rates much more to stimulate the economy. They're already very close to zero," Alex says.
"Ten years of quantitative easing should do the trick," Lisa says.
"Yeah, right. To see the effects of printing gazillions of fake dollars, look no further than Zimbabwe. Can you believe they had a 100 Trillion dollar note! They had inflation of 79.6 billion percent!! Real wealth can't just be printed, created out of thin air. Real money has to be earned through real work of real value, otherwise it's just fake wealth. And hasn't the U.S. Fed already been doing this for nearly ten years?" Alex replies.
"Actually, yeah. They have," Lisa says.
"But in the U.S, Bernanke's quantitative easing has only created asset price inflation and no inflation in the broader economy, hasn't it? Maybe they need a negative official interest rate to trigger it, like Japan? I don't know. But it would probably still only just add even more fuel to the stock market. In that sense, a deflationary spiral is probably unavoidable," Alex ponders.
"Yeah, it's not like Japan's negative rates have done anything to reverse their deflationary spiral. How do negative rates work anyway?" Lisa asks.
"Essentially, you pay the lender interest to keep your money in your account and the lender pays you interest to take out a loan. It's really useless and fucked," Alex replies.
"Assuming the U.S. dollar does go into hyperinflation, the Chinese who hold trillions of dollars in U.S. Treasury Securities would not really like that much at all. Considering China's own growing debt problems, they probably want to hold on tight to those Treasury Securities and not see their value erode," Lisa says, smiling.
"Hypothetically, I wonder what China would do if the U.S., suffering the effects of hyperinflation, just abandons the dollar and becomes the first country in the world to adopt Bitcoin as their official currency with the U.S. dollar essentially worthless. China probably would not like that very much either - Make America Great Again...with Bitcoin," Alex says, pondering that unlikely scenario and wondering if it's even possible.
"You do realise China has nuclear weapons and ICBMs don't you?" Lisa says, laughing, as she feels another wave of nausea rise up from her stomach.
Lisa swallows, trying not to think about her building nausea.
She sits up and reaches for her glass of Pedialyte, raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back slightly, and gulps down a few mouthfuls,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, hoping the Pedialyte will help to calm her nausea.

The Pedialyte cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of Pedialyte, water and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Alex then replies to her joke.
"So does America. I reckon that could actually be the ultimate checkmate move in their game of geopolitical chess - the ultimate comeback from years of suffering the adverse economic effects of globalisation," Alex jokes.
"For a comprehensive economic policy, it certainly beats Trumped-up trickle-down economics, hands down," Lisa jokes, as they both laugh hysterically.
"No matter what happens in the election, 2017 is shaping up to be a pretty awesome year. Time will tell whether the trigger for global economic meltdown is U.S. student loan defaults, U.S. subprime auto loan defaults, U.S. sovereign debt default, a stock market crash, or just good ol' nuclear war," Alex jokes.
"No, I don't think it will be any of those things. Considering interest rates are tipped to rise, I reckon the biggest risk and most likely trigger for global economic meltdown will be Australian mortgage defaults and the total collapse of the Australian financial system. The contagion would probably spread quite quickly to other countries overexposed to our fundamentally flawed, overleveraged banking system, including China, whose middle class citizens own so much property in Australia," Lisa jokes.
"Oh, well, until we have to go to New Zealand, fresh from losing to them in Rugby for the billionth time in a row to ask for financial aid, we'll probably be alright," Alex jokes.
"Now that would be humiliating for you guys!" Lisa replies.
Lisa and Alex both laugh hysterically.
"Yeah, with U.S. subprime mortgages it was only a small percentage of the total. In Australia, what we have now is systemic risk across almost the entire overinflated housing market, especially in Sydney and Melbourne. Mortgage stress is on the rise across the board, even with interest rates at record lows," Alex says.
"Yeah, it's frightening shit.
Australia's household debt to income ratio is fast approaching 200%!!!! Consider that the U.S. household debt to income ratio in 2007 before the GFC was only 128%!!!" Lisa says.
"Even our household debt to GDP ratio is approaching 150%. If this is not systemic risk, I don't know what is," Alex says.
"No wonder owning a home is out of reach for Generation Y. Australia's silly tax laws allow unrestrained negative gearing and give incredibly generous capital gains tax concessions to property investors who take full advantage of the favourable tax laws and swoop in, highly leveraged, to gobble up every property in their sight for their taxpayer-subsidised properly portfolios, leaving first home buyers scratching their heads as to why their $300,000 home deposit still isn't enough to buy them a decent home in Sydney or Melbourne. Hence, overinflated property prices. And those of our generation who have bought a home recently, I pray for them, because as soon as interest rates move up, even just half a percent, many of them will be under severe mortgage stress," Lisa says.
"Is it any wonder the majority of the lawmakers in this country have extensive taxpayer-subsidised property portfolios of their own which is why they want property prices to remain sky high?" Alex replies.
"Not at all. It's called legal corruption," Lisa says.
"Sounds like the politicians in this country have just a little bit of vested interest in keeping the tax laws unchanged for the sake of their own property portfolios. To hell will housing affordability for the average person. To hell with a level playing field for first home buyers in the property market. There's too much money to be made and too much vested interest for the politicians and elites of society speculating on property prices," Alex replies.
"Just a little bit of vested interest," Lisa retorts, sarcastically.
"Obviously we still haven't learnt anything from the GFC. I can't believe our governments still believe a debt-fuelled economic growth model can be sustainable, even though it has the hallmarks of a simple, giant Ponzi scheme which requires an ever greater debt base to sustain itself with a constant rate of growth before the whole system eventually crumbles under the weight of its own debt and collapses," Alex says.
"Especially when a large percentage of the debt is not being used to fund innovation and job-creating ventures that create real, long term wealth. No. It's mostly being channeled into housing and share price speculation for short term gain," Lisa adds.
"Do you know companies are actually borrowing money at these low interest rates not to invest in new equipment or innovation, but to buy back their own shares? That's why company profits are declining but their share prices are still amazingly going up. They're speculating on their own company shares without investing in things that will make them a real profit! It's insane!" Alex says, laughing.
"That's fucked! It would be so smart if it wasn't so fucking stupid!" Lisa says, laughing.
"It's unrestrained capitalism combined with irrational exuberance in order to make a quick buck, which was essentially the cause of the GFC and pretty much all the Wall Street crashes of the past 100 years," Alex adds.
"And average investors are irrationally buying up these rising shares, disregarding the fact the companies' profits are declining, which drives the share prices even higher, increasing the chance of a severe market correction," Lisa adds.
Alex and Lisa then continue to watch the YouTube recording of the second presidential debate on TV.

Clinton: "You bragged that you have sexually assaulted women."

Trump: "I don't think you understood what was said."

Clinton: "You know, with prior Republican nominees for president, I disagreed with them. Politics, policies, principles. But I never questioned their fitness to serve. Donald Trump is different."

Lisa and Alex laugh hysterically.

Clinton: "He has said that the video doesn’t represent who he is. But I think it’s clear to anyone who heard it that it represents exactly who he is."

Trump: "It's just words, folks."

Lisa and Alex laugh hysterically.

Trump: "If you look at Bill Clinton, far worse, mine are words, his are action."

Lisa and Alex laugh hysterically. Lisa starts crying with laughter, her tears streaming down from her eyes.
"Donald Trump has a way with words which is just hilarious," Lisa says, laughing.

Clinton: "Well, first let me start by saying that so much of what he's just said is not right. But he gets to run his campaign any way he chooses. He gets to decide what he wants to talk about, instead of answering questions, laying out the plans we have we think can make a better life and a better country. That's his choice."

Trump: "And I'll tell you what - I didn't think I'd say this, but I'm going to say it, and I hate to say it, but if I win, I am going to instruct my attorney general to get a special prosecutor to look into your situation."

Clinton: "It's just awfully good that someone with the temperament of Donald Trump is not in charge of the law in this country."

Trump: "Because you'd be in jail."

Lisa and Alex laugh hysterically.
Lisa's laughter soon fizzles out as intense waves of nausea persistently rise up from her stomach.
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Re: Lisa's Gastroenteritis

Postby fred80 on 16 Dec 2017 09:54

Lisa's Gastroenteritis Part 5

5:30pm, Lisa's apartment, Bondi, Sydney, Australia

As the second presidential debate rages on YouTube, Lisa and Alex laugh continuously.
A shallow pool of water, Pedialyte and gastric fluid sloshes around at the bottom of Lisa's stomach as she laughs, splashing waves up against the red, inflamed, norovirus-infected patches of her stomach lining.
Waves of nausea rise up from her stomach with increasing intensity.
Salty saliva then begins flooding into Lisa's mouth.
Her laughter quickly ceases.
Lisa swallows down the mouthful of saliva as she sits up with a sick expression on her face.
"What's up?" Alex asks, pausing the YouTube video on a frame where Donald is making his famous scowl face.
Lisa reaches for her glass of Pedialyte, raises the rim to her lips, tilts her head back, and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, desperate to not vomit.

The Pedialyte cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the shallow pool of water, Pedialyte and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
"I'm going to vomit," Lisa slurs, swallowing down the Pedialyte, looking at him with dread as another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
"Oh, shit," Alex replies, reaching for the white salad bowl.
Lisa's throat muscles begin to expand.
"I just wish the vomiting would stop," Lisa slurs, swallowing, whimpering, as she again raises the glass to her lips, desperate to avoid vomiting.
She tilts her head back and drinks,
"Glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp...glug, glug, glug, glug...burp," Lisa drinks, in desperation, finishing the glass of blackcurrant Pedialyte.

The Pedialyte cascades down Lisa's oesophagus, over her red, inflamed stomach lining, and then splashes down into the deepening pool of water, Pedialyte and stomach acid sitting at the bottom of her stomach.
Lisa places the glass back down. She waits, hoping her nausea goes away.
She breathes in.
She breathes out.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Her throat muscles continue to expand.
Another load of salty saliva floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
Alex holds the bowl under Lisa's mouth, against her chest.
She swallows.
Lisa plants her face over the bowl.
She spits into the bowl.
She swallows.
Another load of salty saliva floods into her mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She spits.
She swallows.
Lisa's stomach heaves violently,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough

Torrents of blackcurrant Pedialyte roar up Lisa's oesophagus and spray violently from her lips, splashing into the salad bowl.
Alex watches the vomit violently spew out of Lisa's mouth as he holds the bowl for her, and is not the least bit turned off.
He can still smell her vanilla fragrance through the acidic scent of her Pedialyte vomit and feels himself harden as he looks at the skin around her neck and shoulders, exposed by her singlet.
"It's okay," Alex says trying to comfort Lisa, freeing his right hand to rub her back.
As Lisa spits into the bowl, looking at the pool of purple vomit inside the bowl, another load of salty saliva floods into her mouth.
She swallows.
She feels his hand stroking her back and feels close to him, his sensuality making the traumatic experience of vomiting slightly better.
She swallows.
She spits.
Lisa's stomach heaves again violently,
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Buuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrrrrrrrrrrglglglglglglglglgl"
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Cough
Cough

Thinner torrents of blackcurrant Pedialyte gush up Lisa's oesophagus and spray violently from her lips, splashing into the bowl.
Lisa spits a dangling string of gastric fluid from her lips as she coughs violently, trying to clear her throat of her burning stomach acid.
Lisa whimpers as she continues coughing, watching the bubbly pool of purple vomit swirl around at the bottom of the bowl, the vile, acidic blackcurrant smell rising up into her face, disgusting her.
"It's alright. It won't last forever," Alex reassures her, rubbing her back, and then kissing her on her upper arm as a comforting gesture.
Lisa feels aroused the closer she feels to him, and drops her singlet straps, inviting more sensuality.
Alex takes the hint.
Another load of salty saliva then floods into Lisa's mouth.
She swallows.
She swallows.
She swallows.
Lisa's almost empty stomach contracts,
Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough
"Hrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrr...hrrrrrrrglglglg"
Splash
Cough
Cough

A few gooey, yellow mouthfuls of stomach acid gargle up Lisa's oesophagus and plop from her lips into the bowl, where they sit on top of the purple pool of Pedialyte vomit and quickly form random yellow swirls on the surface.
The disgusting, acidic smell rises up into Alex's face as Lisa spits a gooey, dangling, yellow string of stomach acid from her lips into the bowl.
Lisa then feels Alex's lips on the side of her neck.
She waits a moment and then realises she's finished vomiting.
"Argh...argh...arrrrggghhh," Lisa gasps, as she places the bowl of vomit back onto the coffee table.
"I've always thought you were really hot," Alex says as Lisa lies back down on the couch, simultaneously lifting off her singlet.
"I always thought you were," Lisa says, smiling, as Alex crawls on top of her, reaching down to kiss her stomach.
"I thought you don't sleep around," Lisa says, as Alex pulls off his t-shirt, revealing the muscles of his torso.
"I don't," Alex says, smiling as he reaches down and kisses Lisa on her nipples.
"Aaaarrgggghhh!" Lisa gasps as she begins to feel wet.
"What do you call this?" Lisa asks, feeling wet and greatly pleasured as she pulls her Pokemon trousers down, revealing her sexy, black underwear.
"Sleeping with one person," Alex replies, smiling, pulling off his trousers.
"Smart ass," Lisa replies, gasping as Alex slips his fingers underneath her underwear, and then pleasures her for a few minutes.
As Lisa becomes increasingly pleasured, Alex hardens.
"In Australia, we say smart arse," Alex corrects her, smiling, both of them gasping as he climbs on top and enters her.
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