Ill

Over the past month I've had the new experience of growing quite seriously ill. It started off as what I thought was a normal stomach upset, but gradually became more an actual constant pain. I'm still waiting for the results of a blood test on Monday, which will hopefully give a better idea of what's wrong with me. On Tuesday this week I remember remarking to someone that it felt like my stomach was tying itself into balloon animals - a prediction that was unfortunately rather accurate.

I was told that Whitney's dad is quite an expert on stomach issues, having had an impressive collection of them himself. One of his most significant operations involved his abdominal muscle wall being coated in Kevlar to prevent organs from rubbing against each other. The surgery also had the obvious advantage that he can now only be injured by armor-piercing bullets.

But I wasn't so lucky - yesterday I decided I couldn't wait any longer for the results of my blood test and was heroically driven to hospital by wilddon121. The appointment lasted a disappointing three minutes, but the doctor assessed that my intestines were spasming and I was prescribed pills to prevent my insides from literally tying themselves in knots. They seem to be helping, and as they take twenty minutes to come into effect they make quite useful timers for cooking rice.

I've also been rather put off eating because it's painful (although it's being alleviated now), so I've grown quite a lot thinner and my stomach no longer resembles a barrelful of butter. I'd certainly recommend the Guts Twisting in Agony diet to anyone.