By Carrie Classon
“Practical Joke”
I so rarely get sick that, when I do, I look at my body like it’s some kind of trickster.
“Is this your idea of a joke?” I asked my body in the middle of the night.
I occasionally get carsick and even get air motion sickness on planes, but my nausea never (if you will pardon the expression) rises to the level of actual vomiting. So my reaction at 2:30 in the morning was to assume this was a practical joke.
No, my body insisted. This is the real deal.
And it was. I brushed my teeth. I used mouthwash for good measure. I went back to bed a little shaky and was glad that was over. I had almost fallen back to sleep when I discovered my celebration had been hasty.
“No way. I never throw up twice. You’re just wrong.”