Post Edited (Marsky) : 4/27/2008 7:26:19 AM (GMT-6)
Marsky-thanks for the empathy! Yes, it is one of those "nightmare" scenarios that keep us awake at night with worry! It is over a year away so I have plenty of time to prepare. I don't do enemas but I was planning on a thorough clean out with mag citrate a day or two before the wedding. Unfortunately, even the tiniest bit of food that day will likely do me in so my best bet is to abstain completely and just pray I don't pass out. If I can make it until at least 8:30 or 9:00, and I have to leave, I am sure they will understand. They have really done NOTHING in the way of considering my comfort and I have to admit, I am a bit resentful. I will keep it to myself, of course, since it is "their day". But they've really made it hard for everyone. Seattle on July the 4th is brutal and the boat is right in the heart of downtown, where the whole city congregates for this holiday. Traffic will be horrific and parking impossible. In addition, my family is travelling from the east to the west coast. We all know what flying during a holiday weekend is like!
I don't drink but man, I WISH I could! Back in the day, when I could drink, I found it relaxed me and helped with the anxiety. I will just have to rely on lots of prayer, which has served me well before!
I'm so impressed that you are "comfortable" in public restrooms with stalls. I've never been able to overcome the "shame" of having fulminating explosions in bathrooms where someone is in the stall right beside mine. Even if there is some degree of anonymity, I know I will emerge from the stall red-faced and obviously "guilty"!
I had to share this funny story, since you mentioned letting the gas fly and blaming it on others.
I had a little gathering at Christmas a few years back and some aquaintances were there with their two little boys, ages 5 and 8. After the meal, I was overwhelmed with the most painful and aggressive gas, the kind that would typically horrify me even when I am alone in my own home! I spent the majority of the evening running to the loo to pass the gas but after an hour of this, I finally decided to risk letting one go in the presence of my guests. The fumes didn't seem "noxious" and I've mastered the "art" of passing gas in public to such an extent that I thought it would be safe. Well, I did allow an "innocent" escape, and the next thing I knew the sound seemed to travel around the room and the odor was unmistakable! My friend then grabbed her two little boys, pulled them off to the side, and started interrogating them to find out which one had dropped the bomb! These poor little boys pleaded their innocence, while mama continued the grilling! Finally, I felt so sorry for the kids that I pulled her aside and admitted my guilt! I was BUSTED! We laugh about it now but at the time, it was truly embarrassing!