I was working all this weekend at QVC at odd hours – straddling normal meal times - and found myself snacking on not-so-healthy foodstuffs. Ordinarily I don't imagine this is a problem and it's certainly not a new thing for me to do – however, this weekend was different.
I was fine Saturday, the photo is of fish at the organic market I visited with the kids after work (before indigestion!). After half a pizza and a packet of Minstrels before my Sound and Vision Zone show on Sunday afternoon, the demise of my insides began.
I slowly began to feel like someone had left a pair of socks in my stomach. Yes, an odd analogy I know, but imagine a dry pair of socks shoved into your stomach – heavy, uncomfortable, and rather raspy on your stomach lining right? Well that's how I felt.
Anyway, the stomach pain didn't go away all evening and I woke up with it that morning (Monday) so took it to work with me and as I explained on my daily blog, having stood in the production office, I rather surprisingly let out a burp which lasted about four seconds. I know, shocking, but true! So the diagnosis came piling in from all four corners, "That's definitely indigestion Pips".
I went hunting for meds, but was not successful so threw it open to you, the viewers, during my jewellery show, to see what remedies work.
I did NOT see what came next. We were inundated with text messages – about 65 arrived within the first 20 minutes and the Liverpool call centre was getting a barrage of calls from people not only placing their orders, but also telling their personal indigestion tales of woe too. It was rather hilarious!
A few thank yous
I wanted to say thanks to some of those that rang in: JP in Lancashire, Celia in West Sussex, Alison in Torrance, Maura in Belfast, Pat in Chorley, Amanda in Arundel, Vicky in Norfolk, Allie in West Midlands, Jean in the Wirral, Les in Rhyl, Gillian in Greenland, Kim in Bedworth, Gaynor in St Neots, Dianne in Washington, Lesley in Bowburn, Rhonda in Salisbury, Sara in New Addington, Gill in Devon, Carol in Essex, Sue in Pershore, Glenis in Birmingham, Maria in Swindon, Maura in Belfast, Babs in Stowmarket, Pam in Dumfries – and I could go on but there I shall leave it.
So feel free to tell your tales below and to leave your remedies. I've tried banana, warm water, Coca Cola, peppermint, Gaviscon, lemonade, ginger biscuits and bicarbonate of soda - all with no success.
I wonder if I might just pop and fly around the ceiling multiple times like a balloon. Get your cameras ready!