When i was young i had some kind of rot gut that caused me to shit every 10 minutes.
I remember trying to lay on the couch, in pain and clearly not having a good time. Every 2 seconds my grandma would try to spark up some inane conversation that i had 0 interest in.
I told her NUMEROUS times that im not going to respond, because i was busy dying.
Clearly she didnt get the hint and kept trying to talk about what was going on outside. After i just stopped responding, i was hit with the ol "I GUESS IM TALKING TO MYSELF HUH!?". Followed by "I see the kids across the street are playing" 2 minutes later.
Never did i want to beat someone into submission more in my life. But at that point, i dont think i could physically get up long enough to deliver that beating.
So i just drug myself to the other side of the house out of eye sight and had to drag myself to the bathroom every few minutes for the foamy white dumps to come.