No, I am not pregnant.
I woke up to the feeling of being ran over by a truck, gasping for air and trying to reclaim my life. My stomach, throat and back of the skull were already staging a coup before I even got out of bed.
"Gurg… OEEEEEEEEEH."
I barely made it to the bathroom before I was hunched over the toilet, puking my guts out. My throat burned, my ribs ached, and my head… God, the headache after being choked was indescribable, I can feel foam congulating at the corner of my mouth and my arms popping out of its own socket.
I felt like the goddess had given me a migraine from hell, pounding behind my eyes, stabbing down my neck.
I stayed at the toilet bowl there longer than I wanted to, cheek pressed against the cool porcelain rim, spitting bile until it was just dry heaves.
The smell of toilet water mixed with acid made things worse, it's like having a sore eye and swimming in a clorine-filled swimming pool.
