Great…
Just when you think it can’t get any worse, when you’ve already come to terms with not being able to eat the things you love, with taking medication for the rest of your life, with having to check your blood sugar daily and with having to tell people why you can’t have sugary options it gets worse.
You see there is a little advertised side effect of being a DBag, attributed to the medication we take……..
Farting!! …………………………………… Yes you heard it here first. …………………………………. Farting!!
Whether you call it breaking wind, farting, parping, dropping a Brussel sprout, letting off or any other colloquialism, the spectre of flatulence has entered my life.
I shouldn’t be so bothered I hear you cry!! I should embrace the flatulence and move on. But it’s not so simple you see. I’ve spent my whole life not farting in public. It’s been one of the things I’m proudest of- my family even joke about the fact that I’m not human – so for me the build up is truly shaming. I’ve gone from having a rock hard constitution to being a veritable balloon in a matter of months.
It’s got so bad that I dont even have time to leave the room dammit!!!
Don’t laugh!!
No really…. Don’t laugh!!!
STOP LAUGHING
