ABSTRACT
It is 3 a.m. Nil’s intimate companion for the last 90 minutes has been the porcelain throne. He has been intermittently spewing from both ends and feels horrible. The intense stomach cramps have just let up, but he is so nauseous he’s afraid to venture out of the bathroom. His condition did not give him much warning. What had he done to deserve this? He had a decent meal downtown washed down by only two beers or so before turning in around midnight. His mind was a little foggy as he tried to think back to what else he had eaten. Maybe he should not have eaten that rare hamburger the day before yesterday. True, it looked a little sketchy, but man was it tasty! Besides, nothing he ate that long ago could be affecting him now. Oh no, it feels like something is coming back up again!
