I know someone here will relate! I went to a bbq at a friend's house last night and someone moved my bag. All of a sudden my bag's gone, my bag with all of my meds, my bag I can't eat without! I'm whipping around trying to find it, trying not to freak as the twinge in my tummy starts to have friends, and those friends start to jump around and fill my stomach with painful, bloating, ripping gas. Where's my darn BAG?! I grab the host who's DRUNK, cooking, and talking with a buddy. He's ignoring me, and my stomach starts to painfully stretch into my beltline, pressing hard against the top button on my zipper, ripping into my lower abdomen. "My bag! Where's my BAG!" I say breathlessly, trying to keep my voice down and hide the pain of my ripping stretched gut. The urgency gets through, but the host just LOOKS at me like I'm insane for thinking someone walked off with my wallet or something. "JAMES," I say loudly, "My MEDS are in my BAG and my BAG is GONE-- I NEED my MEDS!" I hiss through my teeth loudly and urgently. He looks up and somewhat gets it. Slowly he vaguely waves inside. "On the SOFA, Nel" he says. I haul butt past the staring guests inside to my glorious bag seated innocently on the sofa. 3 pills later, my stomach calms down and my waistline retreats. James the host is officially on my *hit list for the rest of the evening. My bag never leaves my arm again.
Another holiday survived.
~nelly~ 
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Went to a bbq last night and kinda spazzed!
