Following up a dinner of houmus and falafel with a lunch of KFC has proven to be disasterous for me. The morning was marked by frequent but generally benign toots. Adding grease and significant amounts of sodium has turned the gas noxious and angry, marked by stench and crippling gas pains. And the noise – the weird water rushing sound that everyone can hear. Not to mention the beads of sweat. Terrible. I actually had to leave a meeting to relieve the pressure, which may only be topped on the embarrasment scale by actually shitting your pants in public. Not that I didn’t dance around that as I Frankensteined walked to the bathroom. Christ, it was bad.
Luckily, a the skids have passed and I am now able to pass on this cautionary tale. God, it feels good to be blogging again.
