I don't know where it came from!

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I was fine until about an hour ago. I thought I had to potty (not pee) in an urgent way. But, after landing on the toilet, I suddenly had to vomit. Fortunately, the trash can was right next to me under the sink. I grabbed it in the nick of time. My body kept going and going and going to where Deb muted the TV and hollered, "are you alright?" I couldn't even answer her. Finally, I felt like the crisis had passed. I took out the trash bag, tied it off, tied it inside another bag and went downstairs. I no sooner sat back down when the same feeling hit me again! Back upstairs, back in position, waited for the nausea and nope. My original assumption finally arrived...on steroids. I kind of feel like I've been in a fight. Otherwise, I'm back to fine again. *whew*