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Hiccup

By nature, I'm not a hiccup kind of guy. Usually, it's been one or two loud hiccups and then back to normal. But for some reason, the last 24 hours have been plagued with consistent and irritating hiccups, which has turned sleepytime to tossin' and turnin'. And I have had a half glass of orange juice during that time, given that my stomach is in open revolt, so my energy is low and my mood is touchy. (Grr.)

I discovered that every person one encounters while in the hiccup whirlwind has some strategy to escape Hiccup Island. Some sound odd (have a friend plug your ears while you drink eight ounces of water without stopping), some sound odder (hold your breath and swallow for at least thirty seconds), and some sound downright cuckoo (stroke the roof of your mouth with a Q-Tip until the hiccup urge passes). But I'll be damned if I haven't tried everything, all to no avail. Am I to be one of those urban legends, the tale of the dude who hiccuped for five years straight? When will my weak diaphragm straighten up and fly right?

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