Am I Dying?

Egads. My guts are turning inside out and I feel like my intestines are going to explode. If I lay still, it's like waves of cramps convulsing my abdomen. If I move, I feel like a boa constrictor is wrapped around my middle. Is this dumping? Or is it a physical manifestation of my psychological repulsion to someone's photos of gaping, rotting wounds that haven't closed from a circumferential torsoplasty? Either way, I'm swearing off food and plastic surgery.