Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan の小説・ストーリー

I quickly got up when I felt the nausea wanted to escape my mouth and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before vomiting. I immediately knew something was seriously wrong with the sandwich and vowed never to eat from that place again. As I washed my mouth out and tried to calm my racing heart, I couldn't shake the feeling of disgust and regret for not trusting my initial instincts. The taste and smell of the food lingered in my mouth, making me feel even more nauseous.

Yet, despite the peacefulness of her surroundings, Isla couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had been growing inside her. One morning, as she went about her chores, she was suddenly struck with a severe dizziness that made her knees buckle. The world around her seemed to spin uncontrollably, and nausea surged through her in waves. She gripped the nearby table for support, her stomach twisting uncomfortably. Isla wondered what she had eaten that could have triggered such an overwhelming reaction. She glanced over at the food she had prepared earlier, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Still, the feeling didn’t pass, and it only deepened her confusion.

Again, my stomach rolled, and I dashed to the small bathroom and threw up. I vomited four times that day. I grabbed a towel and wiped my mouth off, feeling an acidic taste on my tongue. I leaned against the concrete wall of the toilet, feeling dizzy. I could not understand what was happening to me for the last few days. I had been feeling tired, sick, and dizzy.

I replied Suddenly, I felt the urge to throw up, and I had to run back to the bedroom to keep from doing it on the kitchen floor or sink. It was odd because I hadn't eaten anything that morning, and I didn't feel sick before. Could I have caught the flu or something? I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the nausea. “Are you okay,” Mary asked as I came back into the kitchen. “Here, have a glass of water,” “I’m okay, I just feel a bit sick this morning,” I said as I took the glass of water from her. “You could be pregnant you know, have you thought about that?” Mary asked looking at me intently as she placed breakfast in front of me.

Two hours later I’m regretting the road trip as we stop for the fiftieth time so I can get some air. The nausea seems to take over anytime we get on the road and I’ve had to stop and throw up a few times already; seems my morning sickness likes to rear its head badly the second a vehicle is involved.

The feeling quickly intensified, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I quickly sat up and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before I threw up everything I had eaten that morning. I felt miserable, my body shaking with each heave. After what felt like an eternity, I finally regained control of my stomach. I stumbled back to my room, feeling shocked and confused. I stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to process what had just happened. But before I could gather my thoughts, I heard a knock at the door. It was one of the maids, come to inform me that lunch was ready.

Your baby needs a strong mommy. Suddenly a wave of nausea flooded my stomach and I realized I hadn't even eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I run to the sink and puke. I spit yellowish liquid and it tastes so bad. I washed my mouth immediately and stared at my own reflection in the mirror. I shook my head and cupped my forehead as soon as I felt like throwing up again. I spit yellowish liquid again and while I’m washing my mouth, I feel a warm hand caressing my back.

So, she decided to enjoy her breakfast and savor every bite of it. However, as she was almost done with her breakfast, Mia started to feel nauseous again. She had been feeling this way for the past few days, and it was starting to worry her. She knew that something was not right, and she needed to find out what it was. Mia quickly ran to the bathroom to throw up. She felt weak and dizzy, and her stomach was churning. She knew that she needed to see a doctor and get some answers. She decided to go to the clinic that they had in the town.

“Don’t tell me you’re just tired from making love all night.” I smirked. “We did make love… But no, I’m not tired of that. If anything, I…” I stopped myself, blushing. “Well, I can’t explain it. This morning, I woke up feeling nauseous. Threw up three times. Then I got hungry, but I couldn’t keep anything down. It was like my stomach rejected everything.” “Sounds like food poisoning,” she said, but something about her tone sounded unconvincing. “Or… maybe…”

I woke up the next morning feeling really sick. My stomach felt like it was twisting itself into knots, and my mouth tasted weird, like something sour. I groaned, pushing the blankets off me, and rushed out of bed. My feet hit the cold floor, but I didn’t even care. I ran straight into the bathroom, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet just in time to throw up. It was awful. My throat burned, my eyes watered, and I felt like my whole body was shaking. After I was done, I sat back on the cool bathroom tiles, breathing hard. “So this is morning sickness,” I mumbled to myself. “Great.”