As I go around, I keep reminding myself not to fart. Even the most innocent one can have quite disastrous consequences. For I am still in the grips of diarrhea.

Addendum (February 23, 2012)

To be honest, as the moronic expression goes, I kept reminding myself not to fart for a very good reason. Yesterday morning I woke up with two brown blotches on the sheet. What I thought would be an innocuous fart just before falling asleep turned out to be a squirt. I did not feel it, though. To my embarrassment, it was my beloved who discovered the blotches, too. Which is why I kept my buttocks tight last night. Really tight. Holding a fart is easy enough while awake, but holding it while asleep is an entirely different matter. Luckily, there were no blotches on the sheet this morning. Diarrhea seems to be receding at last.