i feel ya all on the talking to the guts. i also talk to my bumhole too. hehe
i was at the spit (jetty for the americans) over here at the broadwater and its pretty long. i should NOT have walked to the end of it with my husband, but i did anyway. doh! well half way back that URGE came over me bad! i had to stop, grab and squeeze the hell out of his hand. my other hand over my face, butt totally clenched and just muttered over and over 'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. hold it hold it hold it. oh my god"
then we walked about
20 steps and did that whole process again. and repeated that about
30 times to get to the parking lot/end of the spit. and i can tell you that took ages cuz those 20 steps were like penguin steps. the small shuffling of the feet at to not allow my butt to unclench or
then we get to parking lot and there are some bushes and trees. i was like 'ok thats it. im going in the bushes, get out of my way'
well, it looked like it was not visible to anyone, so i bend down, pull down my pants and squat. totally ready to spray my poos all over the place and fertalize the area. keith yells to me "steph NOOOOO. turn around'
so, i turn around and oh my god... there are 10 hot surfer guys walking my way. in full view of my ass out in the
open. the whole other side of the parking lot could see me! i didnt even look over there in my haste to empty my bowels.
so i grunt and grumble, pull up my pants and scream (under my breath of course) to my bowels that they better not blow out.
so i grab keiths hand again (or whats left of it after my death squeezes) and go back to my little penquin steps/shuffles. saying oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... im gonna make it, im gonna make it.. over and over again.
so i finally get to the public toilets, push my way to the front of line and into next available stall and BOOOM!!! i crapped my pants. right there, so close to the can. oh well, i sat down and i nearly blew the toilet threw wall. haha
i didnt have underwear on either. i know i know, what the hell was i thinking? well, never again hey.
so, i had to have keith walk close behind me back to the car and sat on paper towels on the way home.
it is pretty funny now to think about
it. but that was a 40 minute ordeal of getting from the end of the spit/jetty to the toilets.
so yeah, i talk to my guts and i have had accidents as well. bugger!
now i strategically never go that far from a toilet anymore.
steph - 32 - female - UC since 2000
currently flaring again.. grrr! (triggered by stress - grrr)
mesalazine granules 3g x1 a day (much nicer than a million tablets a day)
enteric coated fish oil -omega 3 (so they get all the way to my colon)
vitamin D3 x1 a day
prednisolone 25mg x1 a day (ick ick and did i say ick?)
tumeric capsules x3 a day