Last night, I was feeling a little off in the belly. It could have been what I had for lunch, or what I had for dinner. As the night progressed, I felt worse. I'd get all bloated and then release a belch that would make Homer Simpson proud.
Sadly, Brother was at work, and did not witness some of those record-breaking belches. He would have been impressed.
My sleep was uneasy as when I began to feel uncomfortable, I'd have to get up and burp. Sort of like pushing the release valve when pressure gets too high.
I thought that maybe if I could throw up whatever was in my stomach, I would feel better. I never could make myself throw up. I'd do poorly as a bulimic.
Today, I'm not getting the pressure buildup, but my stomach hurts, and I feel lousy.
I'm scheduled to work tonight, but I really, really don't want to call in.
What are the chances I would get sick before my birthday? Well, with my luck, I'd say pretty good.
Here's hoping it's a 24 hour thing...