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Hiccups

By Robin Dearing

I have exams to grade from two classes and I’m behind on my lectures for next week. And. I. Can’t. Work. Because. I. Have. The. Hiccups.

Help me …

Hiccup. Pause. Maybe they’re go-Hiccup. Damn. Pause. Maybe. Hiccup.

They are at the it’s-more-than-annoying phase. I can’t concentrate. Typing these words is taking a huge effort and I’m not even saying anything. Sheesh. This is going to be a mess because I can barely read through these hiccups. Hiccup.

I’m hoping if I take my mind off of them, they’ll go away. Hiccup. No such luck.

They came on while I was walking across our cul de sac to get the mail. Then I yawned and hiccupped at the same time. The yawn only served to amplify the hiccup making it echo off the houses. Hello, neighbors. I have the hiccups. Come join me. Hiccup.

Mar laughed when I told her. I sighed and hiccupped. I came upstairs thinking I could get back to work. Hiccup. Wrong.

I can’t think straight. The way they ripple through my body jerking my head. Ick. Hiccup.

Wait! Wait! I just clicked over to read and answer an email and they’re gone. I've never been so happy to get back to work.

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