Well- Last night was another allnighter for me. I generally pull one a month- when I have a lot of deadlines approaching for school projects, or have a stack of marking to do. I just find it easier to plough through, grab a larger-than-usual coffee in the morning, and go about my day. I generally only sleep about 4 or 5 hours a night anyway, so it's really not a big deal for me.


Anyway I talked to Suze at around 4:30/5:00am my time, and then got ready to go wait in line to pick up my student loan with a bunch of whiny undergrads who are complaining about 1st year being "too hard". Whatever, we all have our crosses to bear. While I was getting ready, I started to feel really nauseous. Not the little twinge in my stomach that I usually get if I haven't slept and need some breakfast- but real "holy crap I'm going to puke" nausea. I used to have a fear of vomitting- but I get sick so often (motionsickness, no immune system, etc.), that it has downgraded itself into an extreme dislike. I'll prevent it if I can- but if it needs to happen, it needs to happen. (I still fear others being sick around me- which I find absolutely retarded- but that's a whole other thread).


I was planning on taking some motionsickness pills anyway, because after I got my loan processed I was to head to Walmart- a half hour busride, and this particular bus has a history of making me motionsick due to the way the route is constructed. So, I took some, had a glass of water, and continued to get ready for the day. I looked in the mirror-I was never so pale in my life. I'm pretty pale to begin with, but this was beyond anything I have seen- the whites of my eyes seemed dull in comparison.


The nausea kept getting worse and worse- and then I knew the inevitable was going to happen. I vomitted what was in my stomach- water and the pills (disolved). I know that, that is all that came up because I actually opened my eyes and looked- which is rare for me, because I usually keep my eyes closed until I flush. Afterwards, while the nausea was still there- it was nowhere as severe as it was previously. It was back down to manageable levels, and I got some colour back in my face.


Before, I never really understood how people can make themselves vomit.....I was always on the side of preventing it if possible, but only letting it happen if it was an inevitability. After examining how I felt beforehand- and how much better I felt afterwards, I can see how people can force themselves to get through that one minute of unpleasantness, if it meant that they would feel a lot better afterwards. I get it now. I can also see how it's not really that big a deal- afterwards even though I still felt some residual nausea, I was still able to go about my day (head to class, groceries, and library). I think that if I wouldn't have vomitted, I would have probably felt worse for much longer, and the day would have been a write off.


I'm not saying that the next time I feel nausea I will force myself to vomit- but I do understand those people who do take that route. It definitely has it's advantages.


*amber*