A Pain in the Belly
I have a fire in my belly, and not the good kind.
Ulcers are for stressed-out business men in suits. They work on Wall Street. They buy and sell and cut proverbial throats while they’re at it, then go off to big steak dinners with scotch and cigars. They go home and don’t sleep because they’re doing deals in their heads all night long.
Ulcers don’t happen to women like me. Or so I thought.
That was deluded. Ulcers can happen to anybody. And by anybody, I mean me. Of course, I didn’t know... Read more...
Ulcers are for stressed-out business men in suits. They work on Wall Street. They buy and sell and cut proverbial throats while they’re at it, then go off to big steak dinners with scotch and cigars. They go home and don’t sleep because they’re doing deals in their heads all night long.
Ulcers don’t happen to women like me. Or so I thought.
That was deluded. Ulcers can happen to anybody. And by anybody, I mean me. Of course, I didn’t know... Read more...
