Your intestinal distress is killing me!

by Ken Carpenter

I think it can be universally agreed that distasteful health conditions should not be shared with others. There are a lot of heads nodding out there, and a fairly high percentage of those heads have been guilty of that very thing.
OK, I have to admit, I have too. There is something about making your co-workers gills change color that can strike your funny-bone.
I don’t work anymore though, so I settle for tormenting my dogs with occasional medical descriptions. Sadly, they don’t seem to care. They just think I am describing a nice, smelly cave where we can roam around sniffing bat poop.
If they only knew.