Food was tasteless and uninspiring. Not that I’ve been particularly hungry these past few days. Just forcing myself to nibble on a few carrots was a monumental task. Anything that entered my stomach, I wanted to instinctively upchuck right away. And when I was not busy being disgusted at the thought of feeding myself, it was an exercise in controlling my fits of nausea. I felt sicker than a foal with cutie pox.