My friend called me yesterday afternoon complaining of some minor stomach pains. Fast forward a few hours and the last I heard it turned into a major food poisoning. By this morning it still hadn't gone away. About which he felt the need to promptly inform me at 7:30 in the morning. Looking back, I am somewhat grateful to him for somewhat waking me up. If it weren't for his text, I would be significantly late for work. This way, it was only half an hour.
I sent him a text back mid-morning to see how things are going
Me: Feeling better?
Him: No. Now I have a better understanding of what death feels like.
Me: You liking that bed now?
Him: Yes, but I still feel sick. Maybe some junk food will help.
Me: Yes, you should stuff yourself with junk food so you can't even lie on your stomach. That way you'll be moaning about something else.
Turns out, he took my advise to heart because this is what I got a few minutes ago
Him: Junk food didn't help. I am aching all over.
Me: Did anyone else get food poisoning at the golf course?
Him: Not that I know of.
Me: What the hell did you eat? Did you go picking wild berries in the woods?
Him: Ugh...
I take it as a "No". I also guess he didn't really like my little joke.
The only other alternative I have is to offer to come over and rub his tummy.
You think he'll go for it?
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