It starts uneasy. I can’t point to what exactly. I feel off. Am I thirsty? No, that’s not it. Hungry? Closer, but still no. Something is wrong.

Unbalanced.

Nausea starts. Dizzy. Moving objects hurt to look at. It makes the nausea worse. Is the color around different? No, still vibrant but flat. Not dimensional. A broken scale. I need an anti nausea pill.

It’s too late.

Escalating.

Loss of control.

Stomach heaves.

Heart pounds.

Clammy.

Black spots.

Am I dying?

Cold and hot.

Up it comes.

TV static surrounds.

Stuck in a tunnel.

Vision fades.

Sound fades.

Oblivion.

……..

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……..

Reality crashes in with eyes already open.

I lift my head and clean my face.

What triggered it? Who can say. It could have been bad food. It could have been feeding tube irritation. It could have been hormonal. Cruel vasovagal response.

Quick, take an anti nausea pill before it repeats.

And hope.