Tuesday, May 09, 2017

Surprise!

A shart is always a surprise; I doubt anyone has consciously birthed one unless impaired in some fashion.

I caught most of it twixt cheeks but it was still ghastly and I showered as soon as I was clean enough to risk movement. 

That's my IBS for me; it can be bearable and then suddenly ARRGH, I JUST SHAT MYSELF!

Damn you, abdominal business. 

I do feel oddly better. 

It's sleeping with undies time just in case round two comes at me. It might; the IBS, it does not play fair.

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