The nausea hit me before I even opened my eyes. I laid still for a moment, hoping it would go away as usual, if I breathed slowly enough and didn't move too fast.

Those were just negotiations anyway, and this morning, my body didn't leave room for any of those negotiations. I dragged myself out of bed, and I barely made it to the bathroom before my knees hit the cold tiles.

I bent into the toilet seat, and vomited all of my stomach content, afterwards, I sat on the floor, my back against the ...