Happy Thanksgiving

I can't feel my arm. I thought. What is wrong with my arm? Why can't I see out of my right eye?
I tried to lay down on the lazy boy to watch some tv, but as soon as my head hit the cushion, my stomach flopped.
"Oh no," I gasped, jumping up and sprinting to the bathroom.
The taste of bile and acid burned my mouth and made me gag again.
Happy Thanksgiving to me, I thought bitterly.