Remember how I just knew that something would come along and bury my NaBloPoMo groove? Indeed. I spent a night in a hospital waiting room chair (which crunched up my shoulder something fierce) only to learn that the person that I played ambulance for was not suffering from any immediately life-threatening conditions, but only a particularly uncomfortable case of indigestion. Thank goodness for that, of course. The staff all said that we had done the right thing, but had I known better, I could have just prescribed the Alka-Seltzer myself.
So yeah. A little scary. I guess that the moral of the story is to avoid spicy fried chicken sandwiches in general, and to not eat them with taco sauce in particular.