Hiccups

I am a weird girl and I have weird hiccups.

When my mother was pregnant with me, people could tell that I was hiccuping because her stomach would bounce visibly. My hiccups were so strong they actually caused my mother pain.

My hiccups have always been out of control. My diaphragm contracts so violently that my entire body shakes. They yank on internal organs, tug my abdominal muscles painfully, and keep me from breathing properly, making me lightheaded.

I don't know what triggers them, but this morning I woke up with the hiccups (actually, the hiccups woke ME up) and I've had them 3 times since. The present bout has been so strong that I had to vomit (twice).

Go away hiccups!

Then came the Beatles, and it was Good.

My mom and I listened to the Beatles' remastered Revolver (stereo) this morning. We're huge Beatles geeks. We debated which album best represented when the Beatles' sound began to change. I think Revolver shows the complete revolution they made... but she thinks earlier. Rubber Soul, perhaps? And which song is more perfect-- "And Your Bird Can Sing" or "Here, There, and Everywhere"? Every time a song came on we had a conversation that went like this:

Me: I really like this song.
Mom: Me too! It's a really good song.

or

Me: This is a perfect song.
Mom: Yes, this is really one of [Paul/John/George]'s best songs.

It's like saying "amen" after a prayer. Everything in my family is about the Beatles to the point of ridiculousness. When I was little and we skipped going to mass, my mom would play "Hey Jude" and "Let it Be" and say that it was good enough. My mom got a new puzzle last week. She said, "It'll give us something to do at Christmas besides look at the snow." It's a white album puzzle-- 500 white pieces. Only in my family.