Four whole days of worrying about whether my bowels will be perforated or not. All my friends keep telling me to calm down when I bring it up…they have obviously not ingested a soda tab before. I mean maybe I’m being hypochondriac about all this, but I mean, I read people have died from this kind of thing (thanks for the encouragement WebMd!…). When I’m not dead in a week I’ll assume nothing bad will happen and the threat level will decrease; until then, everytime I go I have the hospital on speed dial.

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