Barbed wire in the midriff

That's what my ulcer feels like. The wretched thing has been playing up for the last week. On Monday I felt fine and Mr G insisted we share a microwaved frozen chicken curry, home-made by him a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday, I felt vile and had endless trips to the loo. Tomorrow I am meeting friends to celebrate a birthday and am hoping and praying I shall be OK as everyone is so fed up with my cancelling things so often. My stomach is a pain for everyone who knows me, not just me. In fact, Mr G had the cheek to say, 'What other man would take you on, with all the things you've got wrong with you.' He can bloody well talk!