Forgot to mention that I have already christened the toilet: last night, after rolling back and forth in bed clearly suffering, I projectile vomited with such great velocity that Paul is still haunted with the echo of my puke hitting the toilet bowl.
Blame it on the stress and not eating all day until 7.30pm. Definitely not advised.
Hope it was not the bitter yellow stuff at the bottom of your belly ... that shit is brutal.
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