The world did not end... again

If the world were to end, how would you spend your final day on earth? Apparently I wanted to have lunch with some co-workers, overeat to the point of illness, then wake up in the middle of the night with one of the following:

• A gall bladder attack. Even though I have gall stones, I rarely suffer for it. My home remedy is some apple juice with a couple tablespoons of cider vinegar. This usually provides instant relief, but not this time. 
• A heart attack. They say the symptoms of a heart attack in women are frequently confused with heartburn or a sore shoulder. My left shoulder hurts intermittently on a daily basis, so I can't go by that, but I wondered about the pain under my sternum. It was a dark and stormy night, lots of wind blowing slush from the sky, and the idea of getting dressed and driving to the emergency room did not sound very appealing, though.
• Heartburn. Once yesterday's lunch finally moved past my stomach, I ate a couple of Cuties (mandarins) plus a bit of homemade frozen yogurt with dried cranberries and nuts, all of which was chased by a handful of vitamins and supplements. It would not be the first time calcium upset my stomach, but usually that occurs soon after ingesting it rather than hours later. 
• Shellfish cooties. The older I get, the less my allergies bother me, with the exception of shellfish. I don't even need to eat shellfish itself - if I consume fish that is fried in the same fryer or if utensils on a salad bar get mixed up, the symptoms can strike. Fortunately, I don't go into anaphylactic shock. Instead, my abdomen bloats like roadkill on a summer day, producing much misery. Bingo.

This all started shortly after midnight, finally abated close to 5AM, my alarm went off at 7 (why oh why did I not turn it off at 5?!? I'm on VACATION), and the world did not end. I guess I better finish knitting those xmas socks.