Traditionally, I’ve had a tremendously reliable stomach. I could eat anything, past its expiration date or not, with or without fungal growths, with or without a heartbeat and cognition, and I would still be fine. Where lesser men would tremble and fall to the ground, clutching their bellies, crying like children and occassionally bleeding from several orifices, I would walk tall, and unaffected.
My stomach lining was made of asbestos, but alas, not no more. Yesterday it started, and it lasted throughout the day, and well into the night. I went to sleep super-early because the occassional jets of pain were making very tired, but in the middle of the night, the pain woke me up. Well, it’s not really even pain, I guess. It’s just more of an occassional serious discomfort. I hope it fades soon.
