Miserable

I haven’t written in about 20 hours, actually the thought sickened me, it still does. It’s not because of any upsurge of pain or new procedure or anything like that. It’s because of my damn stomach. Last night I was so hungry. Then I went to the observation room and felt so sick. But hungry. Hungry sick. When I finally made it to breakfast and comforting milk, I couldn’t tell whether I was hungry or full. My stomach kept telling me it was full, while another corner was telling me I was hungry. I went stop and go and ate more than usual. Basically I was okay after that but still feeling weak and ready to look at the cursed computer screen. Then lunch and it’s the same with the udon. I can eat it and my hunger is telling me I better. 

I’ve been trying to burp every since. I mean not the little polite things you keep inside but those loud raucous things that come one after another, unfit for polite company, good at clearing whatever’s inside you. It’s been hours and I’ve still been waiting.

God I hope my wife comes today. Even though it will be bad for her sleeping health. Sorry!