Wed. 11.06.19 – After writing yesterday’s blog post, I was quite happy with the whole post and went off to bed. I woke up at 3am after a bad dream with an upset tummy and quite worried.
So, I did two things:
1) Took some Tums.
Now that Zantac has been pulled off the market, my go to 3am sour stomach meds are a revolving door of new tries.
Tums was a VERY BAD IDEA.
First off, it did not settle my stomach. It made it much worse. At 7am I jettisoned out of bed to have even more digestive excitements. Then my brain said, “Why would tummy meds give you the trots?”
Oh, let’s google if Tums is gluten free.
And… It is not. Thus, the Celiac’s Revenge.
I will be very excited when Zantac 75mg is back out on the market, as it works for me to settle my stomach and it gets rid of my hives.
2) After taking the Tums, I spent the hour between 3 and 4 am worrying that a variety of bad things would happen if I left yesterday’s blog post as is.
While I did not write where this happened, it is a place that I frequent often and don’t want it go sour if Old Creepy Guy makes things difficult if he googles my name and finds the blog post. Or the manager of the place gushes about my photos again and says my name.
So, I edited it to take out the detail with sleep blurred eyes; which then killed the irony and the black humor of the whole thing.
As I laid back down to go back to sleep, I got mad at myself that I was caving into the good girls make it easy for creepy dudes to keep creeping.
In the end, I decided that the on going safety of myself at the location in question was more important than a black humor #metoo blog post.