aftermath

24 hours after it started, the flu symptoms stopped... and replaced themselves with something even more painful - air pains. If I hadn't had serious air pains before, I'd have thought I was dying of a heart attack. After Mr. December fell asleep and was no longer available to burp me, I discovered that running a hot shower directly onto my upper back moved the gas around.

Trying to make the best of things, I reasoned that I now have major empathy for a baby who needs to be burped. Air hurts. No wonder babies cry inconsolably until you burp them.