I have been on a steroid for about 12 days to (supposedly) help with my inexplicable hearing loss. No change in that, so I think I am just a tool of the Medical and Pharmaceutical Industry, but this isn’t about that.
During this time period beside being cranked up about 25 notches from Under-Acheiver to ADHD person on an Express-Crack-Latte causing sleeplessness
( which on the plus side, my house is so orderly right now it’s like someone else lives here. Bad news is that once this drug wears off, the disaster that is my life returns like a pack of zombies.) I have become a vertiable Chatty Cathy, me, the Mistress of the Understated, babbling like a Class V Rapid. Gah!
However, the gist of my rant isn’t about verbal diaherra and spazticness: Myself, my family, the dog ( fer crying out loud) are suffering from one of those lesser side effects of : May Cause Noxious Gas To Escape At Frighteningly Frequent and Public Occaisons From The Sphintcner (sp?)
If I could somehow put a bottle to my anus and harness this gas, I could easily power my house this winter. I could put the Saudi’s out of business at this rate.
Should be a most interesting flight to Amsterdam on Wednesday and I am sure the hopper to Hamburg will be powered that much faster with my help.
I pity everyone on the flight.