In a moment of drunken idiocy, I swallowed a ghost pepper (bhut jolokia) last night, and while the immediate effects were at least manageable, my stomach is not agreeing with me at all this morning. Does anyone else have any experience with these? Is there any way I can get rid of this curdling sensation in my stomach? I've eaten all the bread and drank all the milk I can handle.
edit update: It's been about 12 hours since I originally had the pepper, and it's been pretty up and down the whole day (up is probably not the best word, manageable, I suppose). Obviously the bathroom experience has been hands down one of the worst times ever, drunk me didn't anticipate that. Thanks for advice so far, yogurt has been pretty helpful, the lotion was also a pretty good one.
For some backstory: I usually prefer a good mix of flavor and heat, but I can usually handle the top tier hot things at restaurants. One of my friend's had just bought some of these peppers, and without hesitation, I grabbed one and bit off the whole thing at once, chewed it three or four times and swallowed. At first I didn't really notice it, but after 5 or so seconds I got the hiccups like I've never had before. Like convulsions every 2 seconds, followed by insane sweat bullets and a burning sensation in my mouth unlike anything I've ever experienced, unquenchable by water, milk, or ice cream. Everything I put in my mouth felt like it was melting like being dropped in boiling water. This went on for about 15 minutes, constantly taking spoonfuls and gulps, at which point I actually felt manageable. Every burp would bring the spice back up, but that was about it.
Fast forward to this morning and what I thought was just some forgettable one time experience is clinging to me like a bad girlfriend. I'm still sweating in flashes, and every slightest eructation is accompanied by a fiery sensation that probably gives me a better impression of hell. Bathroom visits have become part of my half-hourly routine, which in themselves take up to 15 minutes. My other time is spent laying down, with a cool towel on my head. Lying in the shower looks to be in my close future. It's getting slowly better, but if anyone here ever thinks of eating one of these horrific beasts slap yourself for me.
final update: Well, I survived, but not happily. I ended up passing out around eight last night and sleeping until this morning, when I went to the bathroom and felt like a normal person again. All your comments made me laugh, I'd probably experience the same schadenfreude had I heard about someone else doing this, and will in the future, especially knowing where they're coming from now. Thanks Reddit! Your advice and humor were very much appreciated.