Hiccups

Today I had the hiccups or medically speaking, synchronous diaphragmatic flutter SDF (thanks wikipedia). While a bout of hiccups may seems relatively harmless, I was terribly bothered by the hiccups today. They plagued me repeatedly for several minutes at a time. And each time I got them (for the most part), I had to stop what I was doing and try to remedy the situation quietly so as to attract little attention (note: this is difficult to do when your hiccups are uncontrollably loud and random). Why my hiccups are never cured by the average remedies (including but not limited to: drinking water, drinking water upside down, holding my breath, getting scared) is beyond me (curses). How could something so lame be such a monumental physical annoyance?! I found myself wondering why, why in the world would I have to get hiccups today, a day when I'm supposed to be in Portland shopping for yma-nametag-making materials with Andrew, or practicing violin for my recital, or watching a silent film (ok...not really, but the irony was hilariously relative to other daily activities)?

I type this during the "calm before the storm." The reoccurence of my hiccups is entirely inevitable, but I do find solace (or utter fear?) in knowing that this pest of an obstacle could have been much worse >> apparently Charles Osborne had the hiccups for a world record 68 years and still managed to live a normal (or as normal as you can get when you appear in the guinness book of world records) life.*

*I could have easily turned this into a "moral of the story" type of blog. Aren't you glad I didn't? Me too.