It’s a Windy Day!
It was going to be about ‘which mask do I put on today?’ but the mind couldn’t grasp the reality of revealing secrets, so we talk about wind.
Not the sort you’re thinking about! No, I’m talking about the ‘other’ sort of wind. The smelly kind – that everyone does. Yes, you do it, too. We all do, but some of us lie, or try to hide it, or try to do it quietly, or simply ignore the fact of the expression of air from the body.
Perfectly natural thing to happen. Gases that build up in the gastric spaces need to come out or they cause pain. Gases come from the ingestion of foods (absolutely necessary to life) and the way the body digests and makes use of those foods. Of course, fibre foods create the most gas, but fatty foods mixed with carbs produce the most o-b-nox-ious expulsions! And boys seem to do the most disgusting smells! Well, maybe not – but this is my story, so I’ll tell it the way I like.
Why this type of wind? Not a long story, this one. My ‘other’ half had a stay in hospital and came out with millions (just a slight exaggeration here) of drugs to take – each with a zillion (no exaggeration) side-effects. The most common side-effect: stomach/gastric! Causes farts that stink like – Oh, I wish I could imagine a word here to describe it, but I’m sure you can imagine yourself!
But (you knew there was a but, didn’t you?) it gets worse! Then they give the drugs that treat the stomach problems, and guess what happens? Diarrhoea! Multiple times a day in the little house (we call it the library, because there’s a stack of books (yes, a big stack) for the people who like to ‘spend some time’ in the little room). Even with the window open, the fan going, and vanilla sprays – the smell seems to linger. It’s a chemical smell, worse than rotten egg gas, worse than the smell at the bottom of a sludgy compost bucket that’s anaerobic, worse than hell!
It’s a good thing there will be an end to the drugs (well, some of them – hopefully, most of them), but I’d like the drug companies to come up with a sensible plan for their products. One that might include the reduction of absolute mayhem the product produces in the stomach.
How can a person get well when they spend half the day (that’s conservative, by the way) in the little house? How can a person get well when they have to get up all through the night to deal with the cramps and pain and desperation?
Wind is the precursor – somethings coming! [and I want the something to be a solution to the side-effects of these little bits of poison]
