cures for hiccups
Somewhat drunken fondue evening with the jo&stv last night, marred on my part only by two things: (1) onset of another bloody epic headache, and (2) several attacks of the hiccups. However, drugs more or less dampened the former, and my concerned and caring friends were standing by to cure the latter by scientific application of shocks, conversations going something like this:
Take One:
ME: *hic*
KIND FRIEND: "OK, you're married to ... Kevin Costner!"
ME: ! (sharp intake of breath, stops hiccuping in horror, since in my actorverse he's second only to Tom Cruise in loathesomeness).
Take Two:
ME: *hic*
KIND FRIEND: "OK, you're married to ... Keanu Reeves!"
ME: *goes cross-eyed as brain momentarily shuts down, torn between oh-my-god-he's-meat-between-the-ears and hmmm-but-he's-kinda-cute. Hiccups stop owing to cessation of brain activity*
Take Three:
ME: *hic*
KIND FRIEND: "OK, you're married to ... George W. Bush!... oops, somebody fetch a bucket, she's going to throw up!"
I have to admit, rising nausea stops hiccups quite effectively.
Take One:
ME: *hic*
KIND FRIEND: "OK, you're married to ... Kevin Costner!"
ME: ! (sharp intake of breath, stops hiccuping in horror, since in my actorverse he's second only to Tom Cruise in loathesomeness).
Take Two:
ME: *hic*
KIND FRIEND: "OK, you're married to ... Keanu Reeves!"
ME: *goes cross-eyed as brain momentarily shuts down, torn between oh-my-god-he's-meat-between-the-ears and hmmm-but-he's-kinda-cute. Hiccups stop owing to cessation of brain activity*
Take Three:
ME: *hic*
KIND FRIEND: "OK, you're married to ... George W. Bush!... oops, somebody fetch a bucket, she's going to throw up!"
I have to admit, rising nausea stops hiccups quite effectively.