Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan Novels & Stories

Thea I was throwing up for the fourth time since four in the morning. I was exhausted, and it was evident through the bags that formed under my eyes. I hated the way I felt. This had started two days ago, but I hadn't thought much of it, remembering that I'd tasted something my belly rejected the smell of earlier. I still felt irritated by the food and thought it had to be the reason, but after throwing up at night and then four times into the morning, it was getting suspicious.

A week after my visit to Julian's office, I started feeling something strange in my body. At first I thought it was just stress from thinking about Diego and the negative comments in the media. But as the days went by, my condition became more unusual. That morning, I woke up with an overwhelming feeling of nausea. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I thought it might be because of last night's heavy dinner. But the next day, the same thing happened again.

Now only pain and tiredness remained. Kael’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Here,” he said without any real feeling. He picked up a slice of apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table. The apple looked fresh and red. He held it to my lips. “Apples are good to eat after a meal. Helps with digestion.” I hesitated for half a second. Something inside me warned me not to. But I took the bite anyway. The sweet crunch filled my mouth. For a moment, it tasted good. Then, almost instantly, a wave of nausea rolled through me. My stomach clenched hard, like a fist squeezing tight. The room started to spin a little. I pushed back from the table quickly.

My eyes shoot open and I jump to my feet, hoping I make it to the toilet in time. Then I empty the entirety of last night’s supper into the toilet bowl, my stomach aching from dry heaving as the last remnants get regurgitated. “Oh…” I groan and rest my clammy forehead on my arm. Dr. Lilah mentioned that nausea would be one of the symptoms, right? But it’s barely been a full twenty-four hours since the insemination started… am I pregnant already?

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.

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.

I felt another bout of nausea hit me worse than any I had ever experienced. "I don't feel too good," I murmured and ran to the toilet. Spasms hit me as I threw up in the toilet. When I felt better, I went back to the room. Drake was sitting on the bed now waiting for me. He looked concerned and worried. "What did you eat today, maybe you are experiencing food poisoning," Drake said "I had cereal for breakfast and brown rice with sauce in the afternoon." I had not eaten much breakfast and lunch, which was not unusual. "It's not food poisoning," I concluded.

Mai I felt sick. Not just uncomfortable, not just tired, but properly sick. All through the plane ride, I kept throwing up. I could hardly keep anything down, not even water. My throat burned, my head felt light, and my body just refused to cooperate. The worst part was that I didn’t even eat anything before leaving for the airport. So what exactly was I throwing up? That alone irritated me. Considering I was a doctor, it was frustrating not understanding what was going on with my own body. I had spent years diagnosing people, reading symptoms, connecting signs, yet here I was… guessing. It didn’t sit right with me.

Yet, she simply could not eat anymore. While Jason was amused, she glanced at him spitefully. 'This is all your fault. We literally ate, but you just had to say that we didn't.' A negative reaction would occur in someone's stomach once they had overeaten. They would become nauseated. After swallowing another piece of braised pork in great difficulty, she suddenly covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom. Madison's eyes were agape as she witnessed the scene. As a woman, she understood what these reactions meant when that happened.

In a swift and desperate motion, she expelled the contents of her stomach, emptying herself of the dinner she had consumed. Overwhelmed by profound weakness and accompanied by a lingering dizziness, she gingerly wiped her mouth with her hand, reclaiming a semblance of composure. Navigating her way back to the bed, she succumbed to its familiar embrace, seeking solace in its comforting presence. “Why do I feel sick all of a sudden?” She muttered, holding her head in discomfort.