I have an abusive relationship with my digestive system. I abuse it with stimulants and carbohydrates and dairy, and then later when I try to sleep it gets revenge. All in all, not a healthy relationship for either one of us. I can picture my nausea. The bile is a little man climbing his way up Esophagus Mountain. I can’t really clearly comprehend the visual I see when I close my eyes but it’s something like that. It’s there and it’s real and it makes me afraid. It makes me run to my mother sometimes or sit shivering on the bathroom floor thinking:
This must be what it feels like to die. Or to overdose…that’s it: I’m overdosing! I am overdosing on my own stomach acid and soon I’ll die asphyxiated on my own vomit.
There’s nothing like a rock star’s death for a hypochondriac who eats too much and has never done coke.
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Sometimes, when I get really hungry, I imagine that my stomach is about to leap out of my mouth and run around attacking people and eating them. He's shaped like a little bag with the four corners being arms and legs, and he's got no head but his neck is the begining of an esophagus.
Hmmm. I can't believe I just admited that.
I feel you on the stomach pain issue. I had to go drop $200 on pills cuz my stomach's all messed up due to my copious intake of coffee and rye.
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