TIFU by taking an antibiotic on an empty stomach

So nearly a week ago, I woke up to a weird kinda sore bump below my lip. Thinking it was just a pimple I, like an idiot, fucked around with it and tried to pop it. All that got me was a very irritated and swollen bump, some unnecessary blood, and no satisfactory pimple pop. I shrugged it off and went about my day.

Tuesday morning, I woke up to feel that the bump had become red, angry, inflamed, and now my lip above it had swollen up. Well, shit. The area where the bump was was now very tough and tight, it was incredibly sore, and now there’s the obvious bee-stung-appearing lip. I called my doctor, got an appointment, and got put on an antibiotic.

See, the thing is—my family has a history with MRSA. My mom works in the medical field and has had it before in the same spot I had my angry bump. My sister had it on her cheek. So, with both of us deciding to err on the side of caution, she put me on a super strong broad spectrum that also covers MRSA.

Five days go by taking this antibiotic. She warned me that mild nausea can happen with it, which was inconvenient, but fine. Mild nausea did in fact occur, but it was only a little bit and it always disappeared after an hour or so.

So now we come to today. My family is in the middle of a huge move right now, and we're all getting a bit sick of it. Tensions were super high in the house. I'm in my room packing, I notice the time, and take the antibiotic. I haven't had anything to eat today because I woke up and was immediately focused on packing, but I've taken it in the morning on an empty stomach a couple times now and everything has been fine.

My family is in the hallway arguing with each other. I'm in my room taping up boxes trying not to listen. When, out of nowhere, the mild nausea that has been a regular thing turns into SEVERE nausea. My mouth starts watering, I'm resisting the urge to gag, I'm sweating, my legs get that weird twitchy feeling telling me to run, but I, again like an idiot, think I can just sit down and power through it until the wave passes.

Suffice to say, I did not.

My family, who is still arguing in the hallway, goes silent when they hear my bedroom door slam against my wall. In what I can only imagine was the most disgustingly spectacular display since William Friedkin's 1973 masterpiece The Exorcist, they all stand and watch as I stagger-run out of my room, vomit once down my front and on the floor of the hallway, once again all over the bathroom floor, and one final time all over the toilet. Tensions in the house dissolved instantly as my dad runs to get what little cleaning supplies we have left in the house, my sister comes into the disgusting bathroom to hold my hair back and rub my back, and my mom retrieves some washcloths to clean my hands, face, and drape one over the back of my neck. I felt like complete dog ass as I continued to vomit for another five minutes, but I mean--at least nobody's yelling at each other anymore.

God damn youngest children, always have to be the center of attention, eh?

TL;DR - Took a strong antibiotic on an empty stomach, started hydropumping like Regan MacNeil, accidentally made my family stop arguing.