Thought this little rant might brighten a few people's day...by letting them know they are not alone!
I met a friend of mine this morning (had already pooped 3 times) at a little store called Chintz & Co for some early Saturday morning retail therapy. We finished and had about 2 hours to kill before her appointment at 1:00pm so we decided to head to Tim Horten's for a yummy mug of steeped tea. (no coffee thanks, that makes me poop!) about an hour into our chatting my bowels let loose. No warning, no I didn't eat or drink anything that may have made it happen. I grab my purse, hold it over my rear end region (why oh why did I wear skinny jeans this morning??) and make a mad dash for the washroom. I proceed to take off my pants (soaked through with feces) and shoes and reach for my handy dandy pouch of rescue undies/pad that I always carry with me. I once again leave my poopy undies in the "pad/tampon receptical". I clean myself up as best as I could and call her from my cell. I say "um, I've had an accident, can you grab my jacket and meet me at my car?" I then leave the washroom and snake through the never ending line at Tim's. I get into my car and there she is with my jacket and ask's "so, did it soak right through?" Gotta love friends who understand and rally behind you when needed. I nod my head "yes" and she then say's "just think, in 6 more months you'll have you ileostomy or colostomy and this will never happen AGAIN." I love her.
I just thought I'd share this with everyone so other's know it happens to other people too!! Oh, and to serve as a warning to stay out of the washroom at Tim's in Edmonton on the south side!!
RX Crohn's 1999, over 30 surgeries, 3 strokes, still kickin!!
"The most unfortunate thing that happens to a person who fears failure is that he limits himself by becoming afraid to try anything new."