I'm still not sure why it's called that since mine frankly, seems to last all day, but either way, it's killing me. The worst thing is, if I delay a meal, or if my stomach is anything less than full, full? It gets a lot worse. I have to stuff my face with everything I can find.
For the past week, this has been healthy food, as per usual. Salads, grilled chicken, fruits, fruit smoothies, and wholemeal pasta. But in the last two days, I have had chips which I never usually do. And right now at 11.40pm London time, I just cooked and ate some Indomie onion flavour noodles. I feel no shame. Anything is worse than feeling this sick.
And then there's the burping. If I had a pound for every burp, I'd be able to pay for this kid's Master's degree to Cambridge. Or Harvard. Or whichever university makes it to the top of the league table in 20 odd years.
But anyway, here I am at 12 minutes past midnight, burping away and watching Season three of How I Met Your Mother, while Mango Head snores in the bedroom, oblivious to anything. To give him credit, he has been going mad trying to find the perfect anti-nausea ginger beer with the right amount of ginger and fewer bubbles. Does it even exist?
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