Vomiting

Have you ever startled yourself awake in the early morning hours with that feeling of knowing you have to puke? If you're like me, you know it, almost from the moment you wake up. And you also know that once you crawl out of bed and endure the awful process of expunging the vile bile, you will almost certainly feel better than you do at that moment.

And yet...for some reason...you start that weird breathing, sort of gasping and swallowing breath. "Oh no, don't puke, don't puke..." You know it's inevitable as surely as you know its conclusion will bring relief. Yet you fight it.

That is the best description I can give you of the days leading up to a significant trial. (Don't get me wrong; all trials are significant for the parties. Some, though, have more serious ramifications.) I was awake most of Sunday night dreading the start of trial on Monday, yet I knew once it started, once I was in the situation, it would get better. It didn't matter. I still did not want to get out of bed Monday morning.