Brian Green

But I just went to the bathroom and then I went back.

I managed to lay down.

I managed to close my eyes.

4.30, I woke up.

My eyes opened, and the only thing that I could hear myself talking to myself, run.

Get up.

Run.

Go, go, go.

Yeah, run.

I knew how nauseous I was, and I knew it was coming, and I needed to get to the toilet, and I did.

Astrid came in.

All the commotion woke everybody up because I throw up like a two-year-old.

it's so awful i hate it i hate it i am not a quiet thrower upper either and i don't do a lot of vomiting like you're an adult you don't you don't get that's for kids kids vomit adults don't every once in a while but this has just hit us a couple years now and it's like it's really terrible and then it absolutely knocked me out i managed to go back to bed at like 5 36 in the morning the vomiting stopped i managed to go to bed and i did not wake up till like 2 30 the next afternoon yeah

Astrid had to come in and check on me.

She's like, honey, it's 2.30.

And I'm like, 2.30 in the fucking afternoon?

Wow.

And that went on for a couple of days.

Well, I'll tell you what.

A friend of ours who is a pediatrician, I mean, not a pediatrician, a friend of ours who is a doctor sent in some medication for me, some anti-vomiting medication, Ulstram or something along those.