Ugh, reckon shouldn't've eaten these continental style chips. Visiting my sis, celebrating the kids' birthedays, had left from Zurich in a hurry and without breakfast, so just needed something in my stomach quickly before eventually having supper. Or so I'd thought anyways.
Well, afterwards you're always smarter, and mostly we all do learn by painful experiences, right? Still thought could trick my stomach by eating a deacent muesli after having returned, and for a while even seemed to eventually work out. Until I laid down, that is. Suddenly all of the apparently rather indigestible, fatty sauce welling up again, dishing out serious pain.
Even worse, while all the upper part of my stimach felt in flames, there was one spot that felt more like caused by a welding torch instead of the overall coal heating.
Ouch, guess we all know what that's hinting at.
And ok, things are really bit over the top of my head lately. Deftly more than unsual and way more than within the limits of healthy living anyway.
However, just dropping three quarters of all the stuff on my neck isn't exactly an option either.
At least not as long as I'm still able somehow getting up the next morning, that is ...
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