My dear friend wordsthatididntsay reminded me recently of a “medical” term that I haven’t introduced the blogosphere to yet: bubble guts.
You may not know the term, but I’m sure you know the feeling.
It’s 10:13 am. You finished off your second cuppa joe about 20 minutes ago, and now it’s starting to kick in. Juuuust when everything around you gets quiet, your stomach starts singing the song of its people.
It starts out as a slow rumble. If you shift your weight in your chair, it might stop for a few minutes.
Soon the rumble progresses to a gurgle. Sphincters tighten. You’re out in public, and none of the public potties are acceptable. You’ll just have to hold it.
Eventually the gurgle becomes a full on babbling brook inside your belly. You’ve got it: the bubble guts. It’s a scary thing to have. Attempting to release some of that gas could lead to a major skidmark situation. You must stay strong.
Somehow, by the grace of a merciful Creator, you make it through the day. You get home, grab your laptop, run to the bathroom, and rid yourself of the bubble guts. While Tumbling.