Looked down and the tummy was huge! Unmistakably significantly more than the last time I checked.
Looked sideways and the reflection was similar to that of the typical textbook image of an axial cross-section of the male genitalia!
Pushed the massive bulge upwards and into where it belongs and stood still.
Released fingers and there it was again, popping out gradually and assuming its now natural position.
Felt the heart pounding harder with each second. No way am I going to get this fixed. The humiliation of a bunch of familiar people crowding around me gasping at the wonder that used to be my belly minus the extra appendage. The point of no return knowing that I would be lying unconscious (and naked beneath the flimsy gown) on the table being scrutinised and worked on. Simply cannot.
Just when my chest was about to explode, I found myself staring at a ceiling. Took me a while to orientate myself and when I finally figured my whereabouts and the time, I lifted my top and gave my tummy a good look. Same old flabbiness. Muffin tops and all but no projecting mass. Sideways checked. The usual pot belly.
Ahhhhhh.....
Bloody job! Had I not known the existence of hernias, would I even dream of having one? Would I?!!?? Maybe it's a sign that I'll develop one if I don't cut down on the pigging out ;) Seriously though, I need to sleep in peace +.+
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