In case you wanted to know, it doesn't matter how far I stick my finger down my throat, I cannot throw up. It doesn't work with a toothbrush either. I have a faulty gag reflex. I have proved that once again. Sometimes the panic just gets to be too much and I have to try. I still can't purge. I guess that is the good news.
The bad news is that it is still an urge, one that tonight I couldn't make shut up no matter what I did until after my fingers had been jammed repeatedly down my throat. The bad news is that orange just won't get out of my ear tonight. The bad news is that in my shower tonight I contemplated scrubbing my skin till it bled like I used to. I wondered if I could find an area to cut that my husband wouldn't notice tomorrow and ask me what happened.
I wonder why these feel so strong tonight.