Now, since the surgery, I have had a couple of moments of personal discomfort that relate to having eaten too much too fast. If you do, your stomach produces acid, the food has no place to go.

So up it comes, and good riddance, too. It’s painful, and scary.

The title of the post refers to this:

I have a tendency to eat in some pretty strange places. A lot of places that make a Waffle House seem like Mortons. I do this, not because I have no respect for my stomach, but because I like to try new and different things. Sometimes, the best new things are at shitty little holes in the wall.

So I’m at this shitty little hole in the wall. I’m eating a meal I’m going to try to duplicate- a sort of eggplant torta, made in a cake ring. And a piece of pasta goes down without being adequately chewed.

In no time at all, it’s causing me a great deal of discomfort. People with weak stomachs might not want to read any more.

So I excuse myself and hit the head.

THis is, as I mentioned before, a shithole. it’s not quite as bad as the crapper in Trainspotting, but it’s not good. Well, I’m not going to be sitting on it, but jesus. This is as bad as the crappers at Inland- people have used it, clogged it, and continued to use it, and no amount of flushing will make it all go away. There is already a half inch of filth on the floor.

SO I hurl, as I was already on my way physically, the sight and smell pushed me over the edge.

You know, sometimes, when you’re taking a dump, the impact of your crap causes a big drop of water to splorp back up and hits you square in the ass?

yep. I got a big old splash right back at me, and I managed to move my head at the very last millisecond, but my glasses got wet.

They were cheap Walgreens readers, less than three bucks. I threw them on the floor and left.

makes me retch a little thinking I almost got that in the mouth.