Oh boy do I have a story for you and you're gonna get it in greentext form because this is the only way I can communicate with other humans beings now.

>be me
>wake up
>alarm hasn't gone off though
>notice existence of stomach
>oh yeah I'm definitely sick
>go to Sea Cadets drill anyways (I have the option of not going because A: It's for kiddos and B: Navy not marines)
>haha I'm sure I'll be fine
>PT happens
>yeah that was a thing
>totally fine for like five minutes afterwards
>form up for the end of it all
>arms spaghetti
>legs spaghetti
>mom's spaghetti like what came out of me unpleasantly in the morning
>vision dims
>can't hear shit
>collapse in front of entire fucking unit
>don't do PT if you spent the morning crouched over the toilet and the drive over ejecting stomach acid onto the floor, kids