It was a night of mental incarceration and torture.
Papayas, after the inspection of my vomit, were prime candidates as the culprits behind it.
I was having a throbbing headache the whole of yesterday afternoon and after dinner there came the other dimension of suffering - bloated stomach.
Usually I thought it'd go away as diahorrea or after eating some handy chinese medicine that I carry around, but it persisted even after a second dose of medicine. Even sleeping was a problem for me, the pain and agony somewhat sensitised my nerves so much so that even resting my head was painful. I tried meditating to calm down my nerves and finally slept.
The hours from 7 to 10 p.m. flew past and my stomach didn't feel any better.

To report sick or not?

I struggled with it cos my shift's manpower was quite low and it wouldn't be nice to lay my work upon the remaining 2 men should I get a MC/Att B.
Talked to my mum over the phone to see if she can think of any other remedies but got a timely shelling to get myself seen by the doc. I can't possibly drive when I'm so sick, silly me.

2 sgts sent me to the medical centre and while waiting I started retching and vomitting out mildly. The medic took my temp and bp and my temp was rather interesting.
Started from 35 then rose to 36.5 then dropped to 36.
2 days of Att B and medicine was all I got. And I still feel damn sick.

I finally rested around 12 am but was still plagued with intermittent vomitting. I took the medicine for Nausea at 12:30 am and I could feel the upheaval picking up tempo. By 1 am, I was very very very nausea contrary to what the medicine was for. For every few steps I took, the bloatedness of my stomach made me nauseous, it was like a big fat water balloon wobbling in my body threatening to squirt out vomit.

I vomitted. I thought I should just go for the extreme. Vomitting bit by bit's gonna be a long-term torture and I thought why not I go for the 'open tap' style of vomitting ?
After the initial vomit, I 'ate' in air to irritate my stomach and more vomitting followed until I was paralysed in motion and watched most of my stomach content vomit out. It was bloooody painful but worth it. Felt lighter and much less nauseous.

I looked into the drain where I puked. A chunky porridge of papayas.