That, my friends, is the approximate noise my stomach has been making for the last two days. It’s a very unpleasant feeling, and not only have I been looking at food as if it was the enemy the whole time, but I also haven’t really felt up to doing much that would otherwise end up being enjoyable. Mostly, I’ve just been laying very still, consuming chicken noodle soup and Cherry Coke Zero, watching lots of Netflix and wishing I could get a stomach transplant.
Thankfully, that seems to be subsiding finally, though I am still not sure exactly what happened. I hope it wasn’t my cooking, because if it was, that could be problematic. So hopefully I can now go see the new Thor movie without fearing that my stomach will suddenly decide to expel everything I’ve eaten in the last month or so, get to my NAMI class tomorrow, and go see Calla and get over to the Renaissance Festival this weekend.
Postscript: Sorry, wrote this earlier, but forgot to publish it; just hitting that now after waking up to get some water. Apparently feeling crappy for two days makes you really thirsty in the middle of the night. Who knew?