There's something about an iffy tummy that's more than a little destabilizing. When the middle of one's being rises in rebellion, even if just mildly, it colours the experience of a working day, I can tell you. Fortunately on the two occasions when getting to a lavatory became an absolute priority I succeeded in doing so. Hope this all settles down by tomorrow. Not sure I can take the suspense.
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