I feel my mornings are consumed of blowing my nose, clearing my throat of my boogers that took a journey down the back of my throat last night sleeping, making their way to my stomach acid, a perfect storm brewing when mixed with the acidic coffee I throw back in the mornings to wake from the dead.
Recently I have had the pleasure of throwing up the mucus
ball chunks. It comes on pretty rapidly and then I have to run too the nearest place I can ,to projectile vomit in, because it is mostly coffee and phlem.
I feel so much better once this process is complete ,but damn!