Some further more context, yeah ? -
Quite genuinely, from the moment I awoke till this very moment typing this. My stomach and sides have been killing me. Even for work, I had no choice but to notify my boss I was going to be late; I was glued to bed and attempting to massage whatever it was away.
Ultimately, finding the courage and competence. I got ready and made it to work. Things began to ease down as time passed. I thought, perhaps I just needed to move around - get a little active. About an hour in, it started up again. It was humiliating. Having to kneel in tight-fitted areas to avoid having to be seen so debilitated from something abnormal happening. The grip around my waist was proving to be unsure if it was making it increasingly worse or, for the better. It crossed my mind. Maybe I was simply just hungry. And food will help this pass. Lunch was in the next 30 minutes, and if I could just endure it. .I could assure I could get it "solved".
Lunch came around, and I always visited a little shop close to me. The ache was dull, rather than sharp at the time - so I took a slight chance. Purchasing spicy cup noodles and a carbonated citrus drink. Food to fight hunger, and soda to soothe what might just be aggressive indigestion. Despite the meal being moderately savory - I made produced a disastrous mistake. And, today, in particular, we also had a meeting. The spices, the acidity, the texture sitting in my mouth. It all was beginning to attempt digesting, I could taste it in the back of my throat. Ignoring it momentarily and made it to the office for discourse. And, promptly so, people began gathering in - preparing.
I was settled in my seat, keeping quiet and taking sparse notes here and there. That familiar ache was creeping back into it's crippling state again, but, this time - I can only describe as more splitting. There was a deafening churn that rippled through. The cluster of people glancing towards my direction, only to clear their throat with intent to hush whatever was going on. That churn, seemed to be the catalyst - as from there, my belly kept spilling saturated ripples. It had to be from lunch. The constant pours of struggling gurgles circled my entire abdomen. Attempting to mute such, grasping at my now taunt belly with desperation for it to just "Shut Up".
The roars from below were obnoxious. The swirling between my intestines and stomach, arguing with mysterious bubbles that traveled. Due to the snug hold from my arm - able to fondle against each sick-filled groans that trickled right underneath my flesh. I was filled with regret, and discomfort. Unable to focus, forced to set my pen down and tune-out of the formal session. Enraged rumbles continued to fill my space. Just. .
How long was this going to last ?
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