Shoot me, shoot me now

I've just started in on my third bout of hiccups for the day.

Sweet Baby Jesus stuck with a trident and roasted over a fire with barbeque sauce.

It's not fun, people! And nothing bloody works except a nice long walk. Add in low blood sugar for most of the day because I forgot to make myself a sandwich this morning and had to go to the bank instead of home, and I assure you, I'm quite the pitiful creature.

Well, okay, save for the spork-wielding hiccup-induced mania. Make it stop!