Slice of Chaotic Life

Yesterday, after a light dinner and a glass of Pepsi, my stomach started feeling like there was a balloon inflated in it. Uncomfortably full, despite the fact that I had not filled it to the extreme. I felt like there was a lot of air in it and I needed to burp, but I could not (and there probably wasn’t). It was quite uncomfortable, but by bedtime it was livable enough that I could sleep, just half an hour to an hour delayed.

Today, whenever I have eaten more than a couple spoonfuls an hour, I’ve felt bloated again. I have also since late in the workday had various levels of queasiness. On the commute bus home I actually had a plastic bag open in front of me in case I needed to throw up. Luckily I did not – I slept most of the way.

I am not sure the problem is actually with the stomach sac itself. I have also gradually developed diarrhea, so it may be pressure from the guts that is making the stomach feel bloated. Or it could be the other way around, I suppose. Hard to say.

There has been only occasional and fairly light pain, and I guess this is the kind of stuff that happens to humans. I keep getting surprised when it happens to me, for some reason.