Heaving
My stomach never even had the chance to alter the temperature of the water before it was forced out again. After all of the stupid, drunken nights and early morning hangovers...after all of the days spent hunched over a toilet, a sink, a trash can, a plastic bag when I was pregnant. And I'm still no expert at vomitting. My mother used to tell me I would get scared as a child. I didn't understand what was happening to me when the flood of bile and food came rushing forth. It still frightens me. Some reasons have changed, others stay the same. I will never grow used to the physical discomfort. But the fear of being pregnant again. The uncertainty of what's causing my sickness. Some life-threatening illness, perhaps? I hate calling into work and trying to convince everyone of how bad I feel. Fuck feeling this way.