The reality...

I lie here in great discomfort, but that I can deal with.
It's the nausea that is the problem.
Night medication is the highest volume of them all- the hardest to tolerate.
The fizzy ones being the worst.
My gut is angrily rumbling away, cursing the nurse for pushing them in too fast.
Then the nausea just get's worse and worse.
I'm tired.
I want to go to sleep.
But I can't escape the sloshing of fluid in my intestines.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier I was swallowing the tablets.
Then I remember the pain.
The sickness.
That was even worse.

Then I remember I am lucky to be alive.
That I need to be brave.
I say a prayer.
And rest.
Because tomorrow it happens all over again <3