Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe a few more days I'll be fine. **** As I continue serving the customers I feel a little light headed. And like I might throw up any moment. I quickly rush to the bathroom and immediately I start vomiting my breakfast. What's wrong with me, I worry. I haven't feeling like since I healed from my miscarriage. Now everything seems to be coming back again. Maybe I was not fully recovered, and now I'm overworking myself. But I need the money though, it's not like I have a choice. Feeling conflicted, I get up and to the basin. I start cleaning my mouth, still feeling nauseated.

I woke up to a wild churning of my stomach. I wasn't hungry, but something just wasn't alright with my belly. I recalled how I overfed myself the previous night. Could this be it? An instant surge of nausea hit me. My head spinned mildly, gradually increasing its intensity as the minutes rolled by. Stretching lazily, I stood up, and strolled to the bathroom, to empty my bowels. My legs felt heavy as I walked, like a heavy weight was placed on them.

I knew he got nervous, but he controlled it and continued looking at the screen. "Are you taking your vitamins, Dana?" the doctor asked. "Yes. On time and without fail. I'm careful with the pills, doctor. But sometimes they make me feel sick. I have nausea almost every morning." "It could be because of the pregnancy, not the pills. But it's normal to feel unwell while taking them. Don't worry. Are you eating well?" "Yes. I'm well-fed at home," I admitted with a smile.

Three days later, still processing the emotional wreckage of the entire ordeal, Mia woke up feeling unusually nauseous, a persistent, low-grade queasiness that lingered through breakfast and into the early afternoon, familiar in a way that sent a slow, uncertain chill down her spine. She sat at her desk that afternoon, staring at her calendar, counting backward through weeks she hadn't thought carefully about in longer than she wanted to admit, a single, quiet, overwhelming possibility beginning to take shape in her mind