Oh, that reminds me of a story I have that involves poo and a cute guy...
So, I'm in the hospital with a terrible Crohn's flare, and my GI orders a barium enema test. I'd never had one before, so I had no idea what I was in for.
I go downstairs and lay on the X-Ray table. In walks a super cute guy to administer the test. He looked just like Andre Agassi when he had hair.
He started out by putting a metal tube in my butt and began filling me up with about a gallon of liquid. It was terribly uncomfortable. Then, he blew up a balloon inside of me to keep the liquid in while he was going to take some X-Rays of my colon.
Within seconds, I could feel the balloon slipping out, so I said, "The balloon's coming out!" And he said, "Hold it in!" I screamed, "I can't! I can't!" With that, the balloon popped out and so did a gallon of liquid poo! It went EVERYWHERE, and I thought I was going to die from embarrassment!
The poor guy had to clean it up, and I ran into the bathroom to clean myself up. I never saw him again, but I will never forget the look on his face. Those technicians are not paid near enough!
Dx'd Crohn's in '99 at 28. Proctocolectomy and ileostomy in '06.
Disease-free, medicine-free, and very thankful to be healthy again :)