My stomach is turning and churning, and I can’t deal. It’s an unpleasant experience, let me tell you. I’d rather not be dealing with this, but now I must. I have no choice but to survive and keep going, but my stomach isn’t happy and it’s letting me know as loudly as it wants.

Booooo! Booooo, I say! This is a torment most heinous, and I have no idea what brought it on. I feel as though I’m gonna be dealing with this horrifying experience for a few more hours at a minimum, and I have no choice but to deal with it. I just want my stomach to stop twisting and turning and doing all this churning that it’s doing. I want to feel better, and I don’t, and I don’;t like it, and it’s not fun and I have to be at work whilst my stomach works hard to stop me from working.

I could rest, and perhaps I should rest. There will be none, however. I need to get to the end of the day before all of that, and I need to get to the end of the day in one piece, but I don’t know if that will happen. I do know, however, that my stomach refuses to settle, and perhaps that is something to go from… or something.

Sometimes sitting is hard. I know it’s hard when one’s stomach is upset. Not fun times. Not enjoyable. There is no relaxation when the digestive tract decides to poke you with a stick. There is no calm when your stomach is in a storm. There is no peace when there is something at war within you, and you can’t do much about it beyond the usual waiting it out and all that stuff.

Soon I return to my desk to keep on with the keeping on. I’ll have to do that soon as soon my break will end, and that’ll be the end of resting for me. Tomorrow something else will come along. Tomorrow the lack of rest will take over. Today there is no lack of rest.

What am I saying?

Yeah, I’ve nothing. The topic has worn itself out. What else can I say? I’ve dragged it out far enough, which I guess the same could be said for my stomach being upset. However, unlike this, that will continue beyond the target, and there’s not much that I can do about that right now.

I could probably induce vomiting or something, but no. Don’t want to have to deal with the affects of the after variety. Unpleasant times and all that.

So I’ll just sit here and keep moaning and complaining, and maybe something will change. Maybe something won’t, but maybe something will, and then I’ll be carried away to another location; one that involves comfort and rest and all those other things, and I’ll be set.

And at the end of the day, that’s all there is to say about my upset stomach.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:53:08

Eventually my stomach did settle, and I feel alright now, and ultimately it wasn’t a big deal.

Written at work.