I'm glad NG filled me in on Dumping Syndrome. Ladies' Night conversations just made a whole lot more sense.
I blush. Not like the cute, "tee hee" look either.
The full-on, Oh-My-God-Are-You-Going-To-Spontaneously-Combust?!?!?!111?! kind.
Including mouth dryness because every ounce of fluid heads elsewhere.
Doesn't sound like much, but it totally screws me up and freaks other people out.
I, too, know every "safe" restroom in any area I've worked or lived in.
My mother used to joke about my stomach prior to going to the dentist.
It wasn't funny. And mine, too, will announce its presence during any and all
quiet, inappropriate moments. Then suddenly require an immediate exit.
The SATs were a blast.
I don't just shake anymore... I get weird muscle spasms in my core now
when I get anxious about meeting new people, public speaking, or when
something is exciting. The gross thing is that you can see it depending on
what I'm wearing. You can hear it when I talk, too, it's just lovely.
My teeth chatter, my abs get a work out, and after it goes, my diaphragm
feels like someone stepped on it in combat boots. I often wonder if it's an
internal panic attack.
I'm not even going there with the new braces or skin issues I've had since I was 12. The zit is a given. The mouth sores are even better. Inevitably before I have to speak somewhere, I'll cut my lip and end up with a whopper of a disgusting cold-sore looking thing and have to explain that I don't have herpes, "I have braces
" to the horrified people who are staring...