Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan Novels & Stories

Now I was in the passenger seat while she drove, and the nausea was creeping back again. She glanced at me. “You okay?” “I don’t know. I feel like I’m gonna throw up again. I already threw up twice this morning.” “Did you drink last night?” “No.” “Did you skip breakfast?” “I ate,” I muttered, leaning my head back against the seat. That was the problem. I had eaten. And it made everything worse. Beth frowned, looking at me again. “You look pale.” I didn’t answer right away. My throat burned, my stomach twisting slowly in a way that made it hard to sit still.

Huek! The feeling of nausea got worse, she felt like something was going to spill out of her mouth. Her head suddenly felt dizzy. Was this all an effect of her recent stress? But it felt so strange. She never felt this way even if she ate late or even skipped her dinner. Is this what people call acid reflux? Magh?

Elena woke with a jolt, her stomach twisting in a way that made her pause. The nausea was sharper than usual, a tight, uneasy sensation that lingered even as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her hands instinctively moved to her abdomen, pressing gently, as if the contact could reassure her. But reassurance was elusive. Each small ache, each flutter of discomfort, carried a weight she could not name, a subtle alarm she could not ignore.

5 MONTHS AGO Vale woke up with a nauseous feeling. She pushes the blanket aside in a hurry and strode towards the bathroom before vomiting. A few minutes after, she presses the flash button before leaning on the wall, panting slightly. She tried to remember every food that she’ve eaten yesterday and realize that she had eaten the leftover fried rice. But why is she vomiting? If she had eaten anything bad, then, she’s supposed to have a stomachache. Forget it. Maybe it’s just a common side effect for eating leftover rice.

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.

NAYA I felt horrible, the moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was off. My body felt sluggish, my head was pounding, and there was this awful taste in my mouth that made me want to gag. I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the discomfort, but the second I moved, a sharp wave of nausea hit me so fast that I barely had time to scramble out of bed.

But this morning, for the third day in a row, my happy sex buzz morphs into a familiar clench in my stomach. The nausea hits before I'm fully conscious— a rolling, acidic wave that sends me lurching toward the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before my body rebels, retching up nothing but bitter yellow liquid since I haven't eaten anything since yesterday evening. My knees hit the bathroom floor hard, hands braced against the tiles as my stomach contracts again and again. Each heave sends fire up my throat, and by the time it's over, I'm shaking and sweating despite the cool morning air.

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.

My stomach twists uncomfortably with each bout of retching and it actually feels like my intestines are eating me from the inside out. I may have experienced bad morning sickness the first few weeks but they had ceased for a while. I guess I was wrong to be relaxed. I flush the toilet and rinse out my mouth but the taste of puke still lingers , so I decide to brush my teeth and take a shower at once. All through my routine, there’s a constant wave of dizziness that washes over me, threatening to suck me into it’s little black hole. I finish my routine with much difficulty, holding on the fixtures in the bathroom to steady myself from falling.

Anna's day started like any other. She woke up, got dressed, and began making breakfast. But as she cracked eggs into the pan, a wave of nausea washed over her. She tried to shake it off, thinking it was just a stomach bug. However, as the morning progressed, the nausea intensified. Anna rushed to the bathroom, feeling a sudden urge to vomit. She made it just in time, her body expelling the contents of her stomach. Exhausted and shaken, she collapsed onto the couch.