Leaning over the bathroom sink, I take slow, calming breaths as I cautiously wait for my stomach to decide if it’s done rejecting every item of food it has consumed today. Of course, it’s not as though it needs the presence of food to make me suffer. Yesterday after it had successfully emptied itself, it still wasn’t done. I spent hours just vomiting bile. I had to force-feed myself just so I’d have something to throw up and not have to endure my stomach acids burning my insides.
I’m no stranger to regurgitation. I’ve had a lifetime of experiencing the downfalls that come with eating too much of something that didn’t agree with me, drinking far more than I should have or consuming food that resulted in food poisoning. That one mostly occurred back in the ages when people hadn’t mastered f
