Jeanne had spent her entire lunch hour in the bathroom. Considering she hadn't had much breakfast and no lunch at all, she couldn't believe she could throw up that much. When she feebly went back to her cubicle, her boss caught sight of her.
"You look awful. You feeling all right?" he asked.
"Honestly? No. Maybe caught some bug. I'll be fine."
"Nope. You're not gonna get the whole office sick. Take the rest of the day off, get some rest. If you're not better in the morning, call in."
"You're sure?" Jeanne asked, one hand over her stomach, afraid she might need to run again to the bathroom.
"Absolutely," her boss said firmly. "Get out of here, get well."
Gratefully, Jeanne headed out of the office and found her car. She had to pull over once on the way home, but eventually made it and toppled onto her couch, putting her feet up. Suddenly, she *was* hungry, and she pulled out her phone and tapped open her favorite food delivery app. An hour later, she was happily surrounded by bags of deep fried pickles, frozen yogurt with gravy, and mashed potatoes with chocolate sauce. Content, she fell into a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Jeanne awoke and immediately rushed to the bathroom again, throwing up everything she'd eaten the night before. Standing shakily, she rubbed her stomach, feeling heavier than she had before. "Must be all that junk food," she thought. Still, she felt better than she had yesterday and decided to head into work.
She fished her favorite pencil skirt and blouse out of her closet, but both were a struggle to close over her belly, though she eventually managed. "No more binging for me," she vowed as she headed out the door.