Tyler sat back in his chair and let out a profound belch. A head poked over his cubicle wall.
“You alright?” asked Marion.
“My stomach feels off,” admitted Tyler.
All around him, heads popped up like prairie dogs on alert.
“You’re not gonna throw up, are you?”
“Is it flu? You’ve had the flu shot, haven’t you?”
“It might be stress.”
“Maybe it’s an ulcer.”
“My cousin’s husband had indigestion. It turned out to be a ruptured appendix.”
“When my grandpa had his heart attack, his first symptom was an upset stomach.”
“Have you considered FODMAPs? It could be carbohydrate chains that are resistant to digestion.”
“What did you eat? It could be a food allergy you weren’t aware of.”
“I heard that people can develop allergies in adulthood. Some can be fatal and you don’t know it until its too late.”
“Don’t rule out salmonella or e coli. Restaurant kitchens are cesspools of bacteria and disease.”
Tyler listened in horror to everything being said. Marion shook her head in dismay.
“Don’t listen to these hypochondriacs,” she said.
“You know, with all the things that can go wrong,” mused Tyler, “It’s a miracle we’re ever really healthy.”