I’m So Tired Because Of Soup

Barky Wellings
4 min readMay 12, 2021

Just a little marginally connected rambling of my thoughts.

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I had a rough night. I woke up at about 1:00 am with severe stomach cramps, and after trying hard for about a half hour to deny it by using mind-over-matter Jedi techniques, I stealthily and sleepily crept to the bathroom. I didn’t want to disturb my girlfriend, who was snoozing peacefully next to me.

No, I’m not going to tell you what I did in there, what’s wrong with you?!

Well, I did make a lot of noise, but that was because I can’t see without my contacts, and as such, I failed to detect the bottles of things on the sink between myself and the paper. So, in an event that would be grounds for dismissal for any CIA agent, my quest for silence came to a crashing end.

I crawled back to bed, with my girlfriend asking, exasperated, if I was okay. I told her about my digestive issues, but that I would try to sleep.

She mentioned that it might be the soup.

Ahhhh yes, the soup. Earlier in the evening, her mother made a delicious bean soup. It was fantastic. I enjoyed every last bite, until… I felt an itch in my mouth.

I’ve felt this before. I used to be a runner, and I’m sad to make that a past-tense statement. It’s just I’m struggling with knee injuries at the moment, and I doubt that I’ll ever get back to my almost 4:00:00-marathon days. I’m only hoping I’ll run one again.

Well, there was a curious point in my life where, during my run, I felt that same weird itch in my mouth. I ignored it and kept running. The itch spread to my lips. My feet started to get itchy, too. I noticed passersby were giving me curious, almost mortified looks, as if I were turning into an alien.

Finally, as I was making a tight turn, I noticed that I could see my forehead flapping in front of my eyes. This was weird. I turned my itchy self around and walked back to the car.

There, in the rear-view mirror, was a man whose face had expanded and reddened like I had never seen. I panicked as I drove home, and called the doctor.

Well, it turned out that I had an allergic reaction to something I had eaten before my run. The allergist told me I was allergic to beer (Oh. My. God.), but added, “but…

Barky Wellings

Language and travel enthusiast, animal and nature lover, educator, musician, and ANXIETY SUFFERER! Please enjoy my writings.