High Pressure


The bloat set in around the time I got to work, and lingered pretty much the whole day in varying states of intensity.

Whyyyyyy? I moaned just before lunch as I tried to process payroll while curled into the shape of a C. Why did I decide to wear pants with so many hooks? Why did I think a belt was a good idea? Why do I have to be sharing an office with a temp right now when all I want to do is lie face down on the floor and fart like a methane valve?

Because all pretense of dignity goes out the window when your intestine starts stabbing you under the ribs.

There was a fair amount of discreet maneuvering to try to release or at least rearrange the pressure. I managed to deflate for an hour or two after lunch, but now I’m back to shifting and slouching and lamenting my fate.

So that’s been my day.

Ah the indignities of having a body.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on January 29, 2019.

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