I’ve been playing host to a nasty case of viral gastroenteritis, and have spent the majority of the past forty-eight hours doubled over in bed convincing the whole of my gut to at least slow its attempts to explode. Fortunately, I’m much better now; all better, in fact, save for the fact that food induces raucous nausea, which is actually worse than my gnawing hunger pains. I want to eat so very badly, but my belly says no. I think I’ll just take the torture and eat.
But then I’ll have to talk my intestines out of exploding again.