I like spicy things. I eat spicy things all the time. One time maybe 10 years ago I ate a “stinger” pie from a pizza place. It was a pizza with hot peppers and hot pepper oil. It was so spicy and so so good.
The events that occurred in the next 24 hours were something to behold. I was sitting on the toilet, sweating, shaking, and making my peace with God. It was an all day event. Full throttle.
Since then, my intestinal fortitude has been severely diminished. I have to be careful about eating things too spicy or it will mess me up. It’s like I built up a thick intestinal lining over years and years, and this one event tore down the walls. They were blasted out.
I like spicy things. I eat spicy things all the time. One time maybe 10 years ago I ate a “stinger” pie from a pizza place. It was a pizza with hot peppers and hot pepper oil. It was so spicy and so so good.
The events that occurred in the next 24 hours were something to behold. I was sitting on the toilet, sweating, shaking, and making my peace with God. It was an all day event. Full throttle.
Since then, my intestinal fortitude has been severely diminished. I have to be careful about eating things too spicy or it will mess me up. It’s like I built up a thick intestinal lining over years and years, and this one event tore down the walls. They were blasted out.
Life has not been the same.