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God! I never get sick,
24 hour stomach virus,
The waves of nausea,
Each one seems longer than the next,
And then cold sweats,
Kick covers off,
Pull covers up,
Moan a little, so I can hear I'm still alive.
Oh how I hate nausea.
Finally, 3:30 a.m.
I purge, gratefully so,
And my throat burns,
The taste is awful,
And I curl up like a kitten in bed
To listen to the wind howl outside my window.
It's warm and I feel comforted.
I doze off thinking next time
I'll be more sensitive about my needs
So I don't have to puke my guts up
To feel comforted.
I hate nausea,
Oh I hate it
Like another Christmas spent
With everyone else but you.
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