Novel & Cerita Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan

They both asked looking at me like I've just murdered a person "What happened? Why are you both staring as if you've seen a ghost?" "Did you just said it felt good?" "Yes why?" "Aren't you feeling back pain,or sometimes you feel like always spiting or vomiting? " Mufeedah asked with her right hand waving from right to left "No? The last time I vomited was when I fainted and that was when we discovered that I'm pregnant " "Okay okay...what about craving for foods,at a time you will feel like eating something something spicy and another time you will feel like taking something good...what about this?"

Lately, Aria had been waking up feeling unwell, and this morning was no exception. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through her curtains, she stirred under the covers, a wave of dizziness washing over her the moment she tried to sit up. A nauseous feeling clung to her like a heavy fog, and a dull ache cramped her lower abdomen, making it difficult to move. With a soft groan, she slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the light, and attempted to swing her legs over the edge of the bed. But before she could fully stand, a violent lurch in her stomach made her freeze. It felt as if her insides were twisting and turning uncontrollably, sending her sprinting to the bathroom.

Things seemed to be going very perfect indeed, until I started to notice some weird and unusual changes to my body and exhibition of some symptoms that I usually would not have on a normal day. These changes started with the seemingly unending nausea that would hit me every morning immediately I was awake and up for my day. These feelings of utter disgust and queasiness were then usually immediately followed up by a dash for the bathroom where I would then proceed to throw up my guts into the water closet.

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.

Things seemed to be going very perfect indeed, until I started to notice some weird and unusual changes to my body and exhibition of some symptoms that I usually would not have on a normal day. These changes started with the seemingly unending nausea that would hit me every morning immediately I was awake and up for my day. These feelings of utter disgust and queasiness were then usually immediately followed up by a dash for the bathroom where I would then proceed to throw up my guts into the water closet.

I wake up in the morning feeling nauseous, so much that I race to the bathroom. I empty my stomach completely. I heave until there's nothing left. I then sit next to the toilet pot and put my head in my hands. I feel sick. My stomach won't stop churning and I have this bitter taste in my mouth. It makes me want to throw up again, so I do. Nothing much comes out.

Or maybe he was more convinced by the lies he heard than willing to listen to me. It was at that moment, between tears and confused thoughts, that a sudden nausea hit me. I felt a strong dizziness, an unsettling queasiness, and rushed to the bathroom, almost tripping over my suitcase. I vomited, my eyes watering and my heart racing. The feeling of discomfort was so intense that I had to sit on the cold floor.

I slam the refrigerator shut. Mia’s attention shifts to me, “Is everything okay?” The nausea hits so fast it almost takes me by surprise, and my hands fly to my mouth. What the fuck? I rush toward the bathroom, and my heart pounds as I kneel beside the toilet, nothing comes up, just a wave of nausea, after a minute, it eases. I sit back against the wall breathing hard. “What was that?” Mia’s worried voice cuts through. I have no idea. Maybe stress, maybe the sandwich from this morning, maybe disappointment.

I wake up with a startled gasp and try to sit up, but I become so dizzy that I actually have to close my eyes tightly before opening them up again. I see blurring lights around the room, but otherwise, it's dark as hell in here. Groaning softly, I flatten my hands on the floor and pushed myself to sit up, fighting the urge to throw up. What happened to me? I feel sick, as if I move too fast, I'm going to start throwing up that spaghetti I ate.

I hummed at how good it tasted as I chewed. I picked up my glass of orange juice and took a sip. I swallowed and took another bite out of my toast. As I chewed, my stomach began to feel funny. I placed my hand on my stomach and pressed against it. I was suddenly feeling nauseous, almost as if the food didn't want to settle in my stomach. My throat clenched and unclenched when the content of my stomach threatened to come up. I took a deep breath and swallowed the food in my mouth, hoping it would stop my stomach from feeling funny but that only worsened it.