Two months later…
Chelsea looked at the door that led to the hallway one more time. She loved her professor, Dr. Herschel, and really wanted to hear what she had to say about ethics in business, but her stomach was churning. Could she calmly walk to the door and then sprint down the hallway to the restroom without tossing her cookies in front of the entire class?
Something was going on with her stomach, that was for certain! For the last few days, she’d had sudden bouts of nausea that seemed to hit any time of day, but especially in the morning. Over the weekend, she’d thrown up a couple of times, which was super weird for Chelsea because she wasn’t a puker, but she couldn’t figure out why she felt so awful for just a little while and then got better. It didn’t make any sense.
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