Stomach ache

Do you ever get that paranoia hours after eating something that it's going to make you sick? It happens to me now and then. Maybe because I hate puking so much. Most people do, don't they? It's been years since I've puked, and I hope it stays that way.

Tonight I made a tuna melt for dinner. The book I'm reading, Into the Wild by John Krakauer, mentions that the last decent meal Chris McCandless ate before taking up residence in an abandoned bus in the Alaskan wilderness was a tuna melt given to him by the last person to see him alive. Naturally, I've had a craving.

So tonight I mixed tuna with low-fat mayo and some salsa, all of which were from newly-opened containers. I used fresh rye bread too. But the cheese was questionable. It's been around awhile. Pre-sliced, low-fat swiss from Trader Joe's. Looked fine, smelled fine, tasted fine. Tasted great, actually. Damn good tuna melt.

But I've been queasy since about an hour after I ate it. My guess is all's well — it's been at least three hours now and I haven't had any cold sweats or dry mouth. Still, I'm paranoid. Can't quite get myself to go to bed without knowing the coast is clear.

I just ate three Tums. Can't hurt. Sorry, this entry is kinda gross.