I woke up this morning at 2am to the worst feeling ever in my stomach. I quickly determined that my stomach had exploded and shortly I was going to be throwing up blood.

Then I realized that if my stomach had exploded, I was probably bleeding internally and I was going to die in a few minutes. "I'm only 36," I thought to myself. "It's sad when someone so young dies. But actually I've had a pretty good life. Okay. Let's get this over with, huh."

laughs.

So. I didn't actually die. And the pain eventually resolved itself into nausea. And I never did throw up. But I did call into work and spent the morning in bed wishing I would throw up. Or die; either way would have been fine.

Instead, and inexplicably, I slowly got better.

And then I got up, had a massive headache, and lived happily ever after.

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