A day and a half
3 days.
Got sick on vacation, couldn't eat nothing. Was living on 7-Up and oxygen after shyt got real when I was at this place and noticed my intestines were tryna holla at me, but I kept my cool, took a step back from the group conversation and pretended I was listening while I was actually on the inside.
Powered through it and the pain disappeared somewhat, my ass stabilized, and a bullet had been dodged. Or did I?
Before I knew it, I was about to vomit everything out (at this point am confused AF). I run outside and vomit in the bushes, but at the same time, I feel liquid shyt exploding out of my ass. Every time I vomit, my ass relaxes, which in turn made me shart, and then the smell made me vomit more and the cycle continued for a minute. I damn near passed out, literally felt like I was about to
Told everybody to stay away from me and that I didn't need a ride when I was done. Walked my shytty ass back to the hotel and kept a low profile for the rest of the week. Good thing it was during Siesta, number of witnesses were limited. And the L wasn't too bad, cuz 4 more nikkas in our group went through the same damn thing later that week.
Had that happen to me as a youngin at park summer camp. I guess i was lucky because i felt like i had to shyt first so my pants were off. Man i twisted around to throw up and i swear while i was throwing up i sprayed the back wall full of shyt like my ass was a fire hose. Like 10 minutes after i snuck out a kid went and got a janitor. The janitor saw it and let out a big "fukk Yoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu". I would have laughed but i would have ruined my pants.