Perut Mual Setelah Makan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Their car was speeding through the city at a very fast pace. Jessamine had vomited all the food she had for lunch in the afternoon. She didn't have time to eat anything at night. Now, her empty stomach began to roar, wildly producing acid reflux.

I learned how to take care of others, how to stay strong even when things are not going right, and how to keep going even when I feel like breaking inside. Right now, I feel like I am falling apart. I rush to the bathroom and throw up again. My body feels drained after, like there is nothing left in me. This has been happening for a week. Every morning after I eat, the same thing happens. When I get back to the bed, I lie down and close my eyes. I try to breathe slowly and let my body settle. Emalia is already standing beside me. “Madam, we should call a doctor to check you.”

I rushed to the bathroom and hold my head over the toilet and let the puke all out. "Jada! Are you ok?" Katie asked rushing inside the bathroom. "I think I have food poisoning, I had octopus soup for lunch today and I've been feeling sick ever since" I explained. "Oh god you need to see a doctor" she said worried "It's OK I'm feeling better now" I said as I rinsed my mouth out. We walked back to the kitchen together and started Washing the dishes but a sharp pain run through my abdomen and the nauseous feeling appear back. I ran to the bathroom and kneeled over the toilet again.

Nodding as she comes in, her kind features pull on a few heartstrings and the similarities between her and Grandma June still amaze me. “So tell me what's been going on,” she says plopping down in front of me on a rolling stool. “Well, it started, maybe a week ago? But I’ve been sick to my stomach on and off, sometimes it comes with dizziness too” “I see, do you throw up any or just an achy feeling” “I’ve thrown up a few times, this morning after training was one of them. I did eat breakfast today, my appetite has come and gone the last few days especially. I think my body was just surprised at the food.”

“Here. Eat slowly. Don’t push it.” I take a bite. It tastes… fine. Normal. But after the third forkful, something shifts. I set the fork down fast. “Kieran, I—” Too late. I almost make it to the sink before I feel sick. My stomach hurts really badly. All the food I just ate comes back up, looking horrible and hurting.

Elisa asked worriedly. “Don’t be so nervous. It’s nothing serious. I am just feeling nauseous with certain foods, it must be something to do with the season change,” Janet said while scooping some curry and mixing it with the rice. When she put the food in her mouth, she started feeling nauseous. She put the plate down and turned, covering her mouth, was going to throw but nothing came out. Elisa and Rebecca looked at each other, and their eyes popped out with shock.

I breathed out in relief. I stood up from the chair and rushed into the toilet as my stomach grumbled loudly. I vomited into the sink. I took a deep breath and flushed off the dirty substances. I rinsed my mouth with clean water and walked out of the toilet. What's wrong with me? I asked myself but I couldn't get an answer to it. For the past three days after using the pill, I have been vomiting frequently. I have been craving the food that I don't like to eat recently. I have been having a lot of weird feelings.

It is quiet and consuming. My stomach twists violently. Bile rises in my throat, sudden and unforgiving. I barely make it to the washroom before everything I ate in the morning comes back up. My body trembles as I grip the sink, panting, struggling to breathe through the nausea and the ache in my chest. When it finally passes, I rinse my mouth and lift my head slowly.

I force myself out of bed and make my way downstairs, hoping to shake off this feeling. But as I take a few steps, my stomach churns and I feel a sudden urge to vomit. I rush to the nearest bathroom, barely making it in time before I heave my guts out. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel weak and disoriented as I try to catch my breath.

I felt the contents of my stomach forcefully expelled, leaving me weak and shaken. After emptying my stomach, I stood there, leaning against the sink, trying to catch my breath. Confusion and concern filled my mind as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Why did I suddenly feel sick? Was it something I ate? I thought to myself. I rinsed my mouth, hoping to rid myself of the bitter taste that lingered. But as I stood there, the nausea returned, and I found myself throwing up once again. It was as if my body was determined to rid itself of whatever was causing this distress.