Bunny, everyone I know that is "normal" goes at least once a day. I do too now that I'm on D.A. and probiotics. I don't, however, feel that my BMs are of a normal consistency. Sometimes they're soft, sometimes small and hard, and of course sometimes it's D. I think "normal" BMs are somewhere between soft and hard. I have one every now and then, and I know it is normal so I get so happy. Lame, huh? My stool can make me happy. It's almost sad to think about.
Sorry about that horrible night out to dinner. It is terrible trying to figure out what to eat when going out. I try and find the most basic thing that I think the restaurant can't possibly screw up (sometimes they do though, of course).
I gotta say this: it must suck to have anxiety about not having a bathroom nearby, or fear of crapping your pants. Even when I'm having a garden hose day (like 15-25x/day!), I don't ever feel anxious. I've never had a true accident either (only once I had a "shart" in a restaurant after my colonoscopy!) so maybe that is the reason I don't have anxiety!
As far as what "normal" is, I hear anywhere from 3x/week to 3x/day is normal. Three per day for me is a fantastic day; usually more like 6-8, and sometimes upwards of 20. It's sometimes worse after a night of drinking with my friends, but sometimes not; I haven't figured out a pattern with that. There are seemingly NO PATTERNS with my diarrhea whatsoever! It's freakin' crazy!
I live in Alaska, and my friend and I were driving through this very small community called Peter's Creek (about 30 minutes from Anchorage, where I live) several months ago, a couple days after my first colonoscopy. I mentioned I was hungry, and she said she had just eaten a ham sandwich before we left. That sounded so darn good to me, even though I'm not usually a ham fan (maybe it was the after-effects of the Demerol??) So I said, "Uh...if you happen to pass by a ham sandwich store, can we stop there?" We stopped at this diner near my house after we came into town and just before my ham sandwich arrived, I leaned over a little to my left to squeak out a fart, and instead I SHARTED!
I got this look on my face like, "Oh, holy ****" and my friend was like, "What? What happened? Why do you have that ridiculous look on your face?" I bolted to the bathroom, took off my underpants, wrapped them in tons of toilet paper, and stuffed 'em in the trashcan! Went back to the table and ate my ham sandwich with gusto! My friend almost died. She was like, "I can't believe you can still sit here and eat that, you dork!"
To this day, we can't talk about the Ham Sandwich Store (our new name for this particular diner) without collapsing in hysterics.
Lil, re: the drinking...in Alaska, people are HARDCORE drinkers. It is actually kind of disturbing. I usually go out 1-2 nights a week and have about four drinks each night. Here, that's considered extremely moderate drinking! Sometimes it's okay the next day, sometimes not!