I choked and gagged on the pills as they stuck in my throat- Tramadol and codeine- inducing a coughing fit and my spluttering water as I tried ever harder to swallow their robust shapes, cutting my throat softly as they slowly sank away. I became nauseated by marijuana smoke and the amalgamation of all noises and smells hitting upon me like a torrent, unrelenting. And with all my strength, which was not much, I paced myself to ascend the stairs to the bathroom where I grew cold with fever as the sweat saturated my clothes from without my pores.
I shook, red as a cardinal, and vomited into the cleared, bleached basin before me. A white spew, full of floating half eaten grapes (that I had failed to ingest as breakfast) dashed about as I tempered my forehead with a cool pattering hand. My phlegm was mixed with blood and I felt much less a man of the western, 'civilised' world, and instead, a repulsive beast from some far shore. A barbarian, like the English cannibals.
Wretched and hulking, I headed for bed.
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