Not in control

Friday I ate something that my body found offensive. It has been years since I last vomited. Oh, but I did Friday night! Once again my body reminded me that it is in control, not me. I received tell-tale signs that the retching was about to begin, but I was powerless to stop it. It's force squeezed tears from my eyes and brought me to my knees, gasping for breathe between the spasms.

Right now, I am captain of my ship and master of my fate, because my body hasn't found anything objectionable enough at this time to shut down the illusion.