what now, cityboy...

yesterday, cityboy dealt with something he has not had to deal with in a while. A large stomach ailment. It all began at Cobra, while he was watching the football game. He felt great, then decided to eat a very rich donut. After that it was all over. First there was the blockage, the when finally able to let go, a large portion of semi-diahreaa, and some vomiting. I must have made about twenty trips to the bathroom at Cobra, almost continually. My friends on the staff were helpful, and no one seemed to be making a big fuss about it. I wanted to go home and rest, but how? The L was shut down, and  I was on Wycoff and Jefferson. Taxi all the way home? Too expensive. Still feeling much abdominal pain I managed finally to leave, wait for the shuttle bus to Myrtle Wycoff and get the M to Manhattan. Just as the train was approaching Essex, I felt another attack---had to get off, luckily two blocks away was my friend Bob's restaurant La Flaca--I raced there and let Jasmine, the waitress, and Tom, my friend the bartender know how I felt. Luckily the place was not too crowded---they were very helpful and concerned, as Tom made me seltzer with bitters and that seemed to calm my stomach down. I remained for about over an hour, finally felt that the pressure on my abdomen could be dealt with, and went home. Again, a taxi was a possibility, but cityboy,being, even in what could be called a moment of crisis,  totally cos conscious opted for public transportation---the F to the D to 59th and then the 104 home. He made it! Tired but relieved.  Sleep .
   In the morning I awoke feeling better, and soon the pain in the abdomen had diminished to nothing. Why? Did I just need sleep. Was it the pheno barbital I had bought on the way home. What are the larger ramifications of this. Still feel it was "justified" to reject the colonoscopy, but the stomach "trauma" that I experienced yesterday has to make me think about possibly taking one.
  Today I feel much better---did not get called to work (will be at Friends tomorrow) and got up, moved around, actually got a much needed hair cut, and have one session this afternoon. Still, feel tired, need to work some of this through my body. Why? Was it just the combination of food? . Still remember how great I felt before the donut. Is it a manifestation of simply the amount of work I had at Friends (11 out of 12 days) in the past two weeks. Is my mind overburdened with all the choices, artistic and otherwise that I have in the next few days? Who can I discuss this with. Cityboy has made it a point to present himself to others as a perfectly healthy specimen. Is this some kind of ulcer or acid reflex action that has come upon him. Much to think about and deal with---wonder if I should just rest for most of the holiday.
    All right, let it be, this is where we are now. Thanksgiving should be the coldest in history. I am going to Stan and Kayla's house to see the family. Will report soon.