I managed to make my way downstairs, guzzled a lot of water and ate half a carrot, hoping the nausea would go away. However, bile was threatening to emerge. I fought it down but ultimately lost the battle.
The most retarded thing was that I was so weak I had to sit on my bathroom floor and throw up into a pail. And because of that position I was in, heaving was a bitch. But once I got the nasty contents out of my system, I felt better. Throw in a couple of hours of sleep and I miraculously felt normal after that. Now, that's so weird.
I wonder if that's a sign of my body system failing, slowly but surely.
Oh, and I so absolutely love orange that even my puke was orange!
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