As I write, I am still hiccking and cupping. It’s gone on for the best part of the hour, and I’m afraid it might destroy any chances of a reasonable night’s sleep.
I hope it doesn’t break my long-standing personal best of 2 days, which happened in ’91 while kayaking to Tioman. A long bout of seasickness related vomiting triggered the phrenic nerve to convulse, and I think the body couldn’t find the ‘off’ switch. I kept hiccuping till we reached Tioman, and continued to do so for half a day after that. It was the most tiring physical exertion I’ve ever experienced.
Loud one. Still here.
I hiccupped till I cried then, much to the amusement of my kayaking buddy, who found it really funny until he was kept awake by my sporadic whoops.
The other uncomfortable effect of hiccupping is that you tend to swallow more air than you should (assuming you should even be swallowing any). So you bloat. And then you try to burp but while you do you hiccup again, and that’s pretty painful on the throat.
Fuck I can’t take it anymore.
Have you tried taking a business call while you’re having a rapid hiccupping fit? Hope I don’t have to do that in the morning.