Not Get Sick

I wouldn't get sick, I decided.

Yes, in my rush I didn't really look at the chicken breast I'd marinated and cooked the previous night. Not till the last bite, when I noticed the uncooked center.

But I wouldn't get sick. I decided. I'd be fine.

The rumbling in my stomach was normal, I wouldn't get sick. I decided it, I had too much going on, I wouldn't get sick.

But then the rumble got worse, so I went to the bathroom and made myself throw up and clear it from my system.

Thus I didn't get sick.

Sort of.