Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
July 14, 2005
Rat-a-tat-tat
My intestines are at it again. Today they sound like a machine gun with all the little bubbles of gas bopping around in there. Good thing it's not like that upon exit. But oh the rumbling! When I look at my abdomen I can see it move as the bubbles move from place to place. There's so much action going on that I'm finding it hard to concentrate on anything. I'll be fine for a while, then something will shift and start a chain reaction of movement, bloating, and rumbling that leaves me wondering when I'll ever feel comfortable again.
Posted by criminal at July 14, 2005 04:24 PM