Sinful Stomach

With no disrespect to Keats...

My tummy aches, and a bloody cramp pains
My sense, as though of fiery fries I had ate,
Or emptied some Old Monk to the drains
Four years past, and again surgery seems the fate...

This is now way to end the week... but I am too weak and worried to argue with myself.

Did I speak/blog too soon? I hope not... homeward I head with the sinful stomach. Neither fries nor a bottled senior priest have I encountered... and there is no other appendix to be removed (I mean, you can't go through three surgeries for the same damn thing... or can you??).

Un-cheers!

Ulcer

Whatever you do, don't get an ulcer.

Don't then land up in hospital.

Don't eat at odd hours only to suffer all your life. Don't drink coffee if you can get tea.

And don't think this is the only life you have to change the world.

Have seen too many friends lives being affected... and am only talking to myself here.

Haven't got any ulcers yet... I think.