Maybe that's not food poisoning, eh?
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pseydtonneLast night I went out to dinner after theater practice. Oh yeah, I should plug this event before I whine about my guts:
Post Meridian Radio Players, also known as Hub of the Universe Productions, presents Tomes of Terror II on Monday 29 October through Hallowe'en at 7:30 p.m. at The First Congregational Church, 89 College Ave in Somerville -- just up the street from Davis Square.
I will be the narrator in the third play, "The Stone Ship". I have been working my ass off on getting a consistent yet understandable semi-pirate accent that can go from old man to young man fluidly. It's gotten good. It's deeply focused on a rhotic R, so it sounds more Irish but it's got the Midlands hard T. Maybe it's really West English -- say, Devonshire. It's hard to say because it'll crumble if I over-analyze it before the show.
So wait, i was going to whine about my tummy. I thought I'd overeaten. I was tired but still felt bloated when I fell asleep.
Then I woke up around 7 and my lower guts were giving me a much worse case of what for. It got painful enough that I was hallucinating a little. Then it ebbed enough that I cold sleep for another hour. Then I woke up again, hit the bathroom and the pain slowly subsided after that. Then my body was so exhausted from the pain that I slept several hours.
I'm used to thinking of this as food poisoning. Now I am thinking there is something my body doesn't like. It's weird that the pain will be coupled with a desire to put something else in my body. I can feel an exact position of intestinal pain when it happens. Anyone got an idea?
Post Meridian Radio Players, also known as Hub of the Universe Productions, presents Tomes of Terror II on Monday 29 October through Hallowe'en at 7:30 p.m. at The First Congregational Church, 89 College Ave in Somerville -- just up the street from Davis Square.
I will be the narrator in the third play, "The Stone Ship". I have been working my ass off on getting a consistent yet understandable semi-pirate accent that can go from old man to young man fluidly. It's gotten good. It's deeply focused on a rhotic R, so it sounds more Irish but it's got the Midlands hard T. Maybe it's really West English -- say, Devonshire. It's hard to say because it'll crumble if I over-analyze it before the show.
So wait, i was going to whine about my tummy. I thought I'd overeaten. I was tired but still felt bloated when I fell asleep.
Then I woke up around 7 and my lower guts were giving me a much worse case of what for. It got painful enough that I was hallucinating a little. Then it ebbed enough that I cold sleep for another hour. Then I woke up again, hit the bathroom and the pain slowly subsided after that. Then my body was so exhausted from the pain that I slept several hours.
I'm used to thinking of this as food poisoning. Now I am thinking there is something my body doesn't like. It's weird that the pain will be coupled with a desire to put something else in my body. I can feel an exact position of intestinal pain when it happens. Anyone got an idea?
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