This past year has been a series of ups and downs for me, but I want to share a funny story that happened over Thanksgiving.
On Wednesday, I drove 4 hours to visit my boyfriend at his parents' house and along the way, stopped for a fast food burger. By the time I reached my hotel,(I don't stay with my boyfriend's parents because of my poop problem) my intestines were a mess. I had major runs from the burger! Now normally this would have been a welcomed change to my infrequent BMs. But, on this day, it was not good.
I managed to make it to my boyfriend's parent's house later that evening, and sure enough, after a couple of hours, my urge to go became intense. After holding it for as long as I could and realizing that I might have an accident, I decided to sneak into the bathroom for a No. 2. Major anxiety for me at this point, especially since the house was full of people. I must have been in the bathroom under a minute, when I hear my name called from the adjoining room. Yikes! Someone was looking for me. Despite the intense cramping, I was only able to go a little bit at that point, go figure, but enough I thought, to make it back to the hotel.
I quickly flushed, pulled up my pants, and opened the door. What do I see - my potential future sister-in-law looking at me through the lense of a camera. Click! She took my picture! I nearly died. MY bowel movement might as well have been captured on film for all the world to see. I was mortified, needless to say. I tried my best to play it off like it was no big deal. Funny, ha, ha. I kept telling myself that she had no way of knowing what I had just done. It could have been a number 1, a number 2, a hand wash, a lipstick check or any one of the thousands of other things one can do in a bathroom. After the innitial shock, I had to laugh at the fact that after 5 years of visits to that house, and upon taking my first mini-poop there, I have a photo to commemorate the occasion. In the old days, I would have sworn to never, ever use the bathroom there again no matter what. But now, after some very expensive hypnotherapy, counseling, and visits to this site, I think that if I can survive having my photo taken in the bathroom, I can surely poop in it when nobody's looking!