It’s 9:50am. I’ve heard some rumbling in my tummy. It feels like gas. However, a long time ago I was a victim of “Montezuma’s Revenge”. Now I think that the sphincter is a magical muscle. Somehow it is able to tell the difference between a solid, liquid and a gas. Usually it is right. When Montezuma’s Revenge hit me, Mr. O-Ring was wrong. Way off. Honestly I thought he’d given up guessing. It was not a good night.
So now I sit with the knowledge of ingesting a powerful laxative, the sounds of gas moving through my system, and pressure building. Do I trust Mr. O-ring? I’ve learned my lesson. Today I will NOT trust him. Nothing gets passed without being over a porcelain thrown. I can afford an accident at home, but I’m still at work!!!