I have guts. Lots and lots of them. Not more than say a cow. But most likely more than say a goat.
What does that have to do with anything?
Said guts are roiling in ever so much pain. I'm not even what's sure going on. Reread that. I don't know why I decided to type like this for the hell of it.
But yeah. I have the shitz. And I question if this is just a 24 hour bug or if something much more serious is going on my body.
If you were wondering what I'm going through; it's say similar to having a knife impale itself into you insides.
In my mind that's probably the best... well no. I have a better analogy! It's like a pair of claws are probing me. Having no regard as to my intestinal or stomach well being; these claws have simply sunk in and are now shredding my insides.
I think I'm going to take a sip of mint oil and another of honey. Combined the medicinal qualities should at least partially render my insides stable enough for me not to cry myself to sleep for the time being.
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