Some people have ulcers, some folks jones for a cigarette, and others chew their fingernails.
When I get stressed out...I get hemorrhoids.
My ass just tightens right up and puckers until flames burst.
Don't think that every time I sit, I wince. I'm talking about getting the "fire down below" about twice a year. That was until this past year...
Part of the moving/nesting process has been looking at all of our stuff and tossing what we haven't cared about, used, or will use in the future. When going thru the meds and other toiletries, we came upon my collection of suppositories and ointments (don't say I didn't warn you). We checked the expiration date and cleared them for future use.
Then it hit me. I hadn't touched the stuff since Dallas. My ass hasn't been a pain in over a year.
It's little things like this that help reinforce my decision to change my career.
But I'd be willing to have a 'roid attack once a year to have the restaurant selection from Dallas again... ;)
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Date: 2004-08-02 08:07 pm (UTC)Obviously, for me, 'roids would be disastrous.