…gotta be some medical or scientific explanations for that biting, gnawing, most painful, torturous “2nd Glass Of Water” syndrome that seems to afflict only me all my life! Sparingly in my younger days, but much more now as an adult. I hope it’s not a precursor to some future, major medical issue?
A first glass is usually sweet and innocent. As sweet as any cold, gushy, icy glass of beer traveling via smooth gravity down the very dry, narrow pathway of the oesophagus.
Then the greed to binge on cold liquid draws the throat to want for more. And halfway through the second glass- the notorious encore, all of a sudden a peculiar tightness creeps in from the pit of the throat, right above the knot of the heart. That’s the exact moment the face squeezes up, and you grab frantically at anything to hold onto for stability. You opt to grab at your chest instead. The next reaction is to freeze up the throat- the pathway to the source of one of the most transient discomfort, probably next to a sciatica nerve damage, which is another painful cousin of ‘Mr. Charlie Horse’. A needless, foolish gesture, a useless reaction as if giving up the liquid causing the torment could make the quick, sharp moment of distress instantly abate. Worse if or when someone happens to be around. Your manhood becomes useless, hopeless as the pain makes instant baby of the most macho of all men. The knees buckle, and about the 60 sphincters in the human body close up in an auto-command from the brain to please ward off the moment and its fast riding pain! It feels exactly like an onset of a heart attack! As much as you try to stop or minimise the sharp pain around the upper extremity, it fights right back with a superior will to complete its demonic cycle. In about 2 seconds or less- the brain finally intervenes in a goodwill command for the body to submit to the set duration of the painful incursion. And that’s when the pain truly abates! Your eyes, though now watery becomes clearer. In that instant the brain, obviously in reset mode finally dictates to you to take a good look at what almost killed you just a few seconds ago- a half-full, second glass of icy cold beer, or chilled water! The follow-up instinct is to walk away from the killer glass, but then an overriding one prevails- to pick up the glass and down the remaining half of its content. A gesture as if to test the resilience of that pathway that almost choked up a while ago.
At that moment you feel extremely grateful to be alive! You just survived the closest ordeal to having a heart attack!
If you’ve ever experienced this short, nasty, very painful attack before, you’ll agree I am not jiving!
And that FB, is what’s on my cotton picking mind!
