Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Ninety-Eight

Saturday I spent a lot of time flirting with indigestion, though I did manage to eat a fairly large dinner without triggering any reflux. Then I got tired and went to sleep, and didn't get up until after three o'clock this morning. The last straw turned out to be a muffin and a cup of coffee I then took. Apparently I can't do that anymore. My stomach has felt like an inferno ever since— about four hours. It has me sufficiently out of sorts that I can't concentrate on anything. I doubt I'll get back to sleep while it lasts either. I've downed a few antacid tablets, but so far they aren't working. Maybe there's an alien about to pop out. I so, I wish they'd just get it over with. I'm so ready to be done with this. Are there stomach transplants yet?


( Sunday Verse )