Tummy go ~Grrr!~

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It's been 2 days since Protein. Protein was Friday and today is Sunday. My tummy has been decidedly upset this entire time, so much so that I've actually been wary about putting anything at all into it.

I worked a full 8+ hour shift on Saturday. Alarm was set with time to eat breakfast, but I pushed it back an hour or so because I woke up and my stomach was still upset and gurgly. Stomach was upset the entire day, so I pretty much only nibbled on my lunch at work to avoid further upset. It wasn't nausea, or even 'queasy'...but there was this mild pressure in my diaphragm that was like “puke?” and I opted not to explore that while at work/in public.

I got home right around dinner time and went to my room to change. I lay on my bed for a while, rubbing my stomach and trying to quell the upset. I ended up dozing off slightly and only sort of woke up an hour later to new sensations in my stomach.

Hunger.

My stomach was growling—hunger growls...but they were mixing with the general upset gurgles too. So...stomach was still very much upset and intestines were still tied in knots...but stomach was hollow and demanding something to work on.

Still wary, but unable to sleep with the hunger pangs twinging on top of the upset grossness, I caved and went down to whip up something light. I had some noodle-soup and then went to bed.

I dreamed about eating. I dreamed about eating braised beef noodles.

I woke up 9 hours later...unheard of for me because I'm the type that gets up every 2-4 hours to pee (pretty sure not a medical thing, grew up with older siblings that'd absolutely ridicule you for having an accident in bed). I woke up, it's morning, and my stomach is bloated and upset.

Like...what the hell? Why's it so bloated? All I had was noodle soup, and not enough of it to even feel stuffed. The braised noodles were a dream. I don't remember how it tasted, and the restaurant we were eating in (in the dream) doesn't exist in reality anymore. So...what the hell? Why's my stomach bloated up like this!?

I know I don't sleep-walk or sleep-eat. I still taste the toothpaste I used to brush my teeth after the noodle-soup, so I know I didn't eat anything in my sleep in reality.

I need to investigate further, but I'm pretty sure the bloating is gas, not food. I guess the stress of the semester and trying to juggle term projects and multiple jobs have done a number on my guts and it's not digesting anything properly. The result is that whatever does make it into my guts is left to ferment and such because of bad digestion? Because the enzymes aren't working? Because it sits for too long or isn't digested as much as it should be when it reaches my intestines?

“I think, I think I might be defective.” Earnest grumbled, suddenly sitting up and looking at William. They’d been on the plane for two hours now, and had three to go. “Defective? What do you mean?” “This floppy blob of flesh-it’s….squeezing.” Earnest looked down angrily. This was his first day in public using a human body, and already it wasn’t working? It seemed unfair. There was another deep, squeezing feeling inside of him, then suddenly……

*groooooooowwwwwwwllll*

William burst out laughing, half relieved and half amused. “You’re not defective, I promise, you’re just hungry.” so that’s what it was…..hunger. He’d heard his human friends complain of it before, but didn’t realize it would be this uncomfortable. it was a pattern, of squeezing and growling and aching that was beginning to hurt. Because of turbulence, William couldn’t ask a flight attendant for some extra snacks to calm the empty organ, so Earnest suffered in silence as best he could. after a while, though, it began to cramp. He tried sucking his stomach in, pushing it out, it made no difference.

“If you want, I could rub it for you. It might help a little.” William finally offered after another painful growl tore through his middle. Earnest looked around nervously. They had an open middle seat, and nobody was sitting in the row across from them.

he moved quickly to the middle seat as William gently lifted part of his shirt up. Then, he began rubbing the toned, muscly abdomen. The relief only lasted a while, before another uncomfortable feeling arose in Earnest. William noticed the mound suddenly there, making his shorts feel tight.

“I may be able to soothe your belly now, but I’m going to take care of that later.”