Heart palpitations. Eyes like hard-boiled eggs, raw nostrils, and thick coats of what feels like dusty paste lining the back of my tongue and throat. No matter how many times I swallow, it’s there. It’s always there. After I’ve eaten, brushed my teeth, or just woken, it’s there. Is it possible to feel your hair… Continue reading Heave Ho! A Visit to Barf City. Adventures in Hyperemises Gravidarum