I'm not a "regular" kinda girl, if you know what I mean. I usually have to go at the most inconvenient times; at Target, the grocery store and heaven forbid...WORK. My husband affectionately calls me "shit-break" after American Pie, you know the kid that would only go on his toilet. At work the other day I had asked a fellow sonographer to show me how to do this particular exam, a lengthy exam at that. We were in the middle of the exam when it hit. There was a rumbly in my tumbly! I tried not to think about it as the tech was going over in detail the anatomy and the protocol.
Tech: Remember this is the cephalic vein, it's along the thumb.
Me (in my head): Right, right. Cephalic, thumb.
But I couldn't concentrate. All I was thinking about was how bad my stomach was hurting. I was standing, so I was trying to shift my weight, cross my legs this way and that way. I was squeezing my cheeks together so hard that if you put a lump of coal there I probably could have produced a diamond! The room got dead silent. Then it happened...I farted. I was so embarrassed I just pretended as though I didn't hear it. It was either that or I try to simulate the sound with my tennis shoe on the floor. Maybe the patient didn't hear it, she is kinda old. The tech, she was too involved in the exam, she probably didn't hear it either, right? What's the worst that could happen? She tells on the average 11 people and then they each tell 11 people and so on and so on....Yeah, I farted! Jealous?