Last night, I woke up after midnight spluttering and coughing, having inhaled an unknown amount of acid reflux. I was choking on the remainder of it.
This despite years of sleeping on a large wedge pillow.
Some delightfully-tasty horseradish slaw is the most likely culprit. It was not overwhelmingly seasoned with the stuff, but there was enough that I didn't finish my portion. It would seem that what I had was too much. Didn't sleep much after that, and arose in the morning to a world that is tilting slowly back and forth. It has not ceased, and I keep nodding off. Perhaps I am lulled by it, like napping in a hammock or in a small boat. Either way, it was obvious I wasn't going anywhere.
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