Irrepressible Perserverence

Oh God, I feel sick.  I smell like beef jerky.

Which means I'm having acid problems.  I don't get heart burn, I think I'd know if I did, but I lived with people who did.  And whenever they had heartburn/acid reflux, it smelled like beef jerky.  (I can't eat the stuff now, actually, it turns my stomach.)  This did led to good timing of handing over bottled water/something to drink a second before they knew they needed it.  It's a bit of a hidden talent, and sometimes funny, that I kind of wish I didn't have.

But lack of heart burn aside, this does mean massive upset stomach.  Stress + probably not properly done hot dog + slightly upset stomach before that = miserable monkey.

*shudder*  Hot dog at the movie theater tonight is not sitting well on my stomach at all.  And the more I smell beef jerky, the more my stomach gets upset and the more...you get the drift.

...yeah.  There are so far only two constant smells in the world that will kick start my not-really-there gag reflex.  Beef jerky and vanilla.  I am a strange, strange person.