Keith&Co.
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I've had a cough for two days. Fever, running nose, headaches, general nausea...
My throat doesn't hurt, but my abdominal muscles ache from the coughing.
I started to fart a minute ago. There was no one around me, so i squeezed tight to force the gas out quickly, before anyone wanders closely.
I squeezed with muscles already aching. That was stupid.
And then i got a cramp in my diaphram. Holy shit what agony.
And there's just no positoin to assume that'll relieve that cramp.
But i tried. I writhed a bit in my desk chair, trying to find an angle that didn't hurt so badly... And sucked in a gasp of air which started me coughing again.
When i could breathe and no longer had dots swimming before my eyes, i looked up to see three coworkers at the mouth of my cubicle.
Staring.
"what?" I asked.
"Well, i was thinking you were doing yoga," one said.
"Bellydancing," another said.
"I thought it was charades," one said confidently.
"FOR WHAT?"
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the waves: All mimsy were the borogoves, and that's all i can remember. But you had 'gyre and gimble' down PERFECT!"
I just sank back in my chair, able to breathe...
Oh, and i farted again.
My throat doesn't hurt, but my abdominal muscles ache from the coughing.
I started to fart a minute ago. There was no one around me, so i squeezed tight to force the gas out quickly, before anyone wanders closely.
I squeezed with muscles already aching. That was stupid.
And then i got a cramp in my diaphram. Holy shit what agony.
And there's just no positoin to assume that'll relieve that cramp.
But i tried. I writhed a bit in my desk chair, trying to find an angle that didn't hurt so badly... And sucked in a gasp of air which started me coughing again.
When i could breathe and no longer had dots swimming before my eyes, i looked up to see three coworkers at the mouth of my cubicle.
Staring.
"what?" I asked.
"Well, i was thinking you were doing yoga," one said.
"Bellydancing," another said.
"I thought it was charades," one said confidently.
"FOR WHAT?"
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the waves: All mimsy were the borogoves, and that's all i can remember. But you had 'gyre and gimble' down PERFECT!"
I just sank back in my chair, able to breathe...
Oh, and i farted again.