the mere sight of it made her gastric juices boil...she stood there suspended with intrigue as the thick liquid goo poured out in drops...plop...plop...as the brown matter stuck to the flat surfaces around...plop...plop...as the acidic saliva spurted into her oral cavity...warning her tongue of pending disaster...if she stood there much longer she would toss her cookies...yet she could not move...she was captive...she couldn't resist...she stretched out her finger hesitantly and gently braised the side of the metal...her finger coated in the strong smelling substance...she brought it to her face...she closed her eyes to keep from hurling...she put it in her mouth...
how can a nurse be nauseated by the sight of cookie dough?
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
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