I'm learning about the changes my body goes through as I overcome and repair years of abuse. Headaches, nausea, sleep disturbances. But the most disturbing of all is the unexpected, uncontrollable gas. Yes, flatulence at its finest! Sneaking up on you at the most inopportune time...in a meeting at work...aisle 3 in the grocery store, PTA meeting...it has no rhyme or reason, discriminates against no one. And, while I can appreciate the subtle nuances of a private gaseous moment...this exceeds all previous, juvenile experiences I have ever encountered!! I've taken to carrying a can of fabrese with me as I navigate my office...loud cough and an accusatory looks at PTA....grocery store? Well....apologetic looks cuz it must have been the guy in the next aisle. I can only hope this too shall...dare I say..pass. and thank goodness I don't smoke anymore cuz a simple strike of a match and I'd be a flaming fireball from hell!!
