Okay, last night I was in bed, asleep, minding my own business, probably dreaming - I love dreaming. Then, all of a sudden, I felt it. It. That vile, disgusting regurgitation coming up my throat . . . in a big fat hurry. Like it had somewhere important to be. A party, or perhaps a job interview that it was late for. I sat up with a start. And sat there, making that kind of face that only a sour lemon . . . or vile bile . . . can evoke. Once it passed, I got up, brushed my teeth, popped a couple of Tums, and went back to bed. Sitting up . . . Afraid . . . Very afraid . . . of the vile bile that might make a return visit.