Of course there was a price to pay, isn't there always? My stomach is reporting in with heartburn of a volcanic level and claims the bacon had uranium in it. Please tell me it is not actually possible to die of indigestion. I feel like if I breathed towards an open flame, we could all go up in a terrible blaze. Dammit.
To take my mind off grease-based misery, some houseboy booty.
Obviously a young man who sensibly avoids brunch overload. Dammit.
I always have cocktails and fry-ups with an Omeprazole chaser... Jx
ReplyDelete"… and put some gin in it."
DeleteAs a fellow sufferer, darling, my sympathies are with you. When I was a child, I was always perplexed by the prospect of heartburn, which usually turned up as a comic element in things like The Honeymooners. How little did I realize that after a certain age, it more or less becomes a lifestyle. With, as Jon points out, Omeprazole and worse replacing other more amusing things one always checks to make sure is in a bag or pocket before leaving home...
ReplyDeleteI suppose the next step down this sad little road will be packing an extra pair of adult diapers. Cause you never know.
Deletealas, i remember my single days & the
ReplyDeletebrunchy sundays with much fondness.
i'm not going to speak to the agita as i
push down a bottle of magnesium citrate.
Testify sister.
ReplyDeleteI've been struck down many times by this crippling illness, the cause of my near death experiences always nearly happens when I gulp down fruit juice first thing in the morning on an empty stomach, it's feels more like a dull ache down the side of my rib cage. Thank goodness for Rennies.
ReplyDeleteI find that fruit juice first thing of such a morning causes a violent reaction which renders the previous episode, if you live, dead.
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