Something didn’t feel quite right. In fact, something felt downright wrong.

No shit?!

The sickening saliva started to moist the inside of my mouth – the type that usually precedes a full on projectile puke.

I slowly eased to the side of the road and, as soon as I found a patch of bush, the vomiting began. For someone who has done so only a handful of times in his whole life and can stomach rough seas while game-fishing, this was something else. It felt as if my entire maze of intestines was on the verge of surging up my throat and erupting out of my mouth.

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