Mum vomited eight times yesterday. Four times during the day, once at eleven o'clock at night, once at close to one in the morning, again at close to three, again close to four in the morning.
She would lie down in bed, only to suddenly get up and reach for the plastic bag I prepared for her.
Bags and bags full of vomit, nothing but stomach juices, because there is nothing else there...
She looked visibly weak and had dark lines around her eyes. Tortured, disturbed, and so very, very tired...
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