So guess what I did last night.
I THREW UP!!! Following right on the heels of DR George's story.
I'd been asleep for an hour or more, and woke with a very slight but annoying belly ache. I soon recognized it as a warning that I should visit the necessary. Sure enough, I did there what we usually do there, but with a bit more than usual urgency, and returned to bed. But all was not right. I still felt the little ache and now I was in a clammy sweat. I laid (lay?) there for a moment doing what we often do, which is try to deny what needed to be done next. But I knew better, and I returned to the scene of the crime. It didn't take much urging, and woopsy -- there it was. I just sat there on the floor for a bit to make damned sure I was done. I knew from long ago experiences that a bad case of this results in repeated visits, like what happened with George. But I felt a certain peace with it and went back to bed, feeling hopeful. And I lucked out. That was all I needed to do, I was back to sleep in fairly short order, and when I got out of bed - gingerly - this morning, everything felt normal. Whew! The End.
