Belly Fulla Blues
I hate wintergreen.
Peppermint is lovely.
Cinnamon makes me swoon.
Spearmint bonks me awake.
Ginger kicks my ass and kisses the boo-boo.
But wintergreen…OH, even the mention of the word is enough to make me gag.
It started in childhood.
I was what the doctors called a ‘nervous child’. I had constant bellyaches, bouts of puking, fever and sweating, and all and mostly around times of stress.
Test at school.
Watching “Sir Graves Ghastly” scary movies and being 100% sure I was going to be bitten by a vampire that night.
It didn’t take much to freak me out.
For my belly to flip-flop and curdle.
For my throat to tighten up.
For me to reach inner claustrophobia.
Every time I moaned, “My belly hurts!” my mom (being a typical mom of the time), would dose me up with Pepto-Bismol.
Which tastes of wintergreen.
After thousands of doses, no wonder I can’t stand the stuff.
I eventually grew out of that phase.
I don’t know how.
Only that as I stopped being a little kid, my freakouts stopped as well.
I still got the flip-flop belly, sure, but I learned that cookies helped…and walking outside…and later, in college, that there’s no ailment that beer can’t drown out.
I haven’t tasted Pepto-Bismol in decades.
Tonight there’s a very important meeting.
One that I’ve been anticipating for a year.
On a topic that I’ve fought for.
Emailed, phoned, met, wrung hands for.
It all comes down to the votes of 7 people.
All my side needs is 4, and we are the victors.
in that crazy
like it used to
back in the day
when I was little and wee
and was afraid to say
I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna go to school today
I’m drowning out the nausea with bubbly soda and lots of work distraction.
Oh, and peppermint.
And later, hopefully, a sip of champagne.
Fingers crossed, y’all….