There I was on the side of the road losing my cookies. And I had this terrible pain in my gut. I mean it's bad enough to be barfing in front of the whole neighborhood, but this pain in my abdomen was killing me!
I had to call my boss and tell him I couldn't work anymore and he came and picked me up. Then the pain really kicked in. I was there in the back seat holding onto the hand strap literally groaning in agony. I don't recall ever groaning out loud in pain before. I kept shifting in my seat to alleviate the pain but nothing helped.
I groaned for at least 30 minutes and was covered in sweat. Sheesh, I was making plans to go to the emergency room and then remembered I didn't have health insurance since I got fired.
Thank God the pain subsided. I prayed for my suffering to be united with the Lord's suffering. I recalled how St. Therese, in Story Of A Soul, discussed how she invited suffering. Well, I guess I am not very sanctified, cuz I was praying for relief. I just finished the notes on the last painful days of her life this morning. Hmmm, the poignancy wasn't lost on me.
I don't know why I got the attack. The only contributing factor I can think of was the five beers I drank last night. But that seems a little light to cause gastroenteritis. I am just glad that it went away. Being a typical male, I am not going to the doctor, I will just hope it is an isolated incident. Really, gentle reader, I thought I was experiencing what a woman in labor experiences.