You’ve made it to the bathroom. That’s not the problem. You lean heavily against the door. Shaking. Holding the walls for support. Head pounding. Stomach tight.
And still, that’s not what worries you most. Through your swimming skull you realise; you’re playing body roulette.
Desperately waiting for the coin to fall. Heads or tails.
Can you guess correctly?
Can you guess in time?
And you think to yourself. What on earth did I eat?