Its here. The REAL nausea. The heavy stuff. The stuff that makes me want to go into the bathroom and make myself throw up so I can "feel better." Only by the strength of my willpower am I NOT lying on the floor and groaning.
I had forgotten about this. HOW DO YOU FORGET HOW THIS FEELS??? There is a hormone that makes us forget. This hormone is an evil bastard.
I have found two cures and they are both very sour. Very cold water with lots of lemon or lime juice in it, preferably taken through a straw or icebreakers sours. The only problem with the sours is that they rip up my tongue from all of the citric and tartaric acid... Well, that... And the laxative effect. But that small potatoes- better out than in, right?
The cruelest part of this odd hormonal joke is that I am very very hungry. I want to eat. But everything I eat sits in my stomach like a lead fishing weight. Just moments ago I walked outside and could smell a glorious permeation of pancakes and syrup. I want to eat the air, it smells so good.
Cruel, evil bastard hormones.
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