“stress induced gas”
This will not come as a surprise to my siblings, parents, husband or children. (Probably, it won’t surprise my neighbor as my computer is situated next to the paper-thin front door of our apartment where I tend to be late at night when the world is quieter and the day’s dose of teenage angst tends to fly out of me at a rather loud and, dare I say, noxious way.
But still….”Yay. I’m famous!” (sort of.)
And again, Becca, thank you for sticking that phrase into my head back when I was having my heart work ups last year. I was convinced that I was having angina attacks. You opined it was gas. You won. (My neighbor lost.)