I have been consistently wretching and vomiting for the past 7 days straight, which I'm sure not many of you can claim unless you are equally afflicted with the cancer bug, or perhaps also malaria.
You adapt. It goes a little something like this:
"Hey, did you catch the GAME last Sunday?" (Because I watch games.)
"Whaa.. nooBLAAARGGGuhhgh. No, I didn't."
"Oh man, sorry. You need a towel or something?"
"Naw it happens all the... theBLEGHHAARGRGohholymotherofwhooa time. I'm totally cool. Maybe a napkin though."
See, I have it under control. come over and we'll have us a chat!