Emotions sometimes chooses strange ways to express their demands. If you can not express themselves in a balanced and adulthood and is repressed, may decide to find a way vent and to attract the attention of his carrier providing some unexplained ailment. It's called "somatization" . The emotion of Isadora, mistreated from early childhood, is very creative in the area of \u200b\u200bsomatization: over the years has "exploded" in various forms - from gastritis, panic attacks, through a general propensity to have accidents, even with broken bones basics. Lately, he has found his voice in the colon. Literally. My stomach produces sound (it seems you say borborygmi) and may vary by mode "sink just flowed" to "pre-earthquake rumble" to "groaned the ghost . Always in times less appropriate, type in the groin waxing, or business meetings, or chupa-dance, so to speak. Fortunately, only the vocals, so I save sessions to the bathroom and tragic dell'Activia money, not like the poor thing Alessia Marcuzzi that practically eats only what ... or only because it seems to me that television did not see so much these days.
However, to return to the colon, mine is very sensitive to alignment. As long as I keep myself upright all goes well enough, but just step to the horizontal position, I seem to be one of those dolls than once, that when lying close their eyes and say "mama".
Only when I tilting me, instead of a crystalline "mom" from my internal rises like a song of frogs, or a deep rumble baritone, or a series iioooaaauuuiiieeiiiiiii that not even a doc Tyrolean yodel.
"Madonna! But what fruit thou hast in the belly? A pumpkin genetically modified mice with all the dancers and the choreographer fairy?" me the other day a fellow waxing. (For whom he did not understand, I have very nice friends and imaginative, as well as a tad bit blasphemous.)
And the same effect as I do moods tumultuous, like anxiety, stress or incazzature, so sometimes I did not save even a strictly vertical position: it is as if I had one of those jars in your pocket with little holes in them and flip bellow.
I tried with the appropriate camouflage of coughing, but it's better than not abuse, because after a while 'starts to notice suspicious looks and after a little more' is assured that the friendly spirit of the moment say, "Well, but cos' you have, the Bird Flu? ", creating a vacuum around you tire. Please, if you're comfortable on a crowded bus, but a little embarrassing though.
E 'to solve the problem of the colon from the other karaoke day I slipped into a shop bio-herbal-natural-eco-fair. With the bizarre result that will tell you in the next post. Stay tuned.
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