Crohn's Stories...

I actually have a disposable container with a small roll of TP in my car at all times. I had to have my family pull over once, everyone had to get out of the car while I stayed inside, used the container as a port a potty. Then, I threw the container in the trash. I've always hoped that there were no trash pickers at the rest stop!

My inlaws were in town and staying at my apartment. There were four of us with one bathroom. I know lots of people live like this daily but w/ my crohns and my husbands IBS it was asking a lot. Plus I'm not comfortable going in to poop with someone else in the shower. So we get up and I usually don't have to poop until I eat. So we eat... and nothing. My hubby showers. Nothing. Then my father in law gets into the shower and wham, it hits. We weren't even married yet and they live far away so I don't see them very often. I couldn't bring myself to admit that I couldn't hold my bowels and needed him to get out of the shower. I lived 1 block from the city library. So mid conversation I jumped up and said "oh no, my book is due back today. Be right back." Ran to my bedroom, grabbed a random book and ran out of the apartment. I drove to the library, pooped and came right back. Of course like an hour later my mother in law says, so what book did you just finish? I looked at her like she had 10 heads totally forgetting my pooping excuse. So I had to make up a book and a story. Later that night I told my husband the truth and he thought it was hysterical but was kind of upset that I couldn't just be honest with his parents. If I said I was going to the library to poop they would have pulled his poor dad out of the shower. I knew I could be there in under 5 minutes if I didn't have to explain. So thats what I did.

Close calls?? I wish.... I've flat out pooped my pants on a few occassions, even at home on my way running to the can.

Depressing!

:)

It's senior day on the baseball field at my youngest son's college. This is where they call out and introduce all the senior's parents on the field and you are presented with usually a flower and some small token of appreciation (college sweatshirt) by your child. Well...of course about 20 minutes to the designated time, it hits. Now this 4 year university only has one bathroom stall for women in the whole baseball, softball and tennis complex. So I jump in the car, ride over numerous speed bumps, pass the guard gate, turn in my visitors pass and proceed to rush through traffic lights to get to the nearest gas station. No idea how I exercised this much control at this point! I go in, do my business and rush back to the field. They actually delayed calling my son and "his parents" on the field until the last announcement. As I'm pulling up in the baseball parking lot I can see we are about to get called out. I pull up next to the dugout "not a parking space" slam my car in gear, toss my water bottle to my daughter in the passenger seat and tell her to park the car. I run out on the field exactly at the moment our names are called, the head coach presents me with the sweatshirt, shakes my hand and says "Gotta Love It"....He had no idea. Needless to say, my son leans in and wants to know where I am since he couldn't talk with his father and I'm getting the evil eye from my husband. All ends well with no damage done except as soon as I walk off the field of course, you guessed it....gotta go again! Whew, I should have gotten the district tourney trophy for that amount of effort!

well, I was on a trip for 10 days to Italy with my boyfriend.  Packed all my meds, careful about how much I ate and drank, and stopped at every bathroom I could to make sure I was all set to go (pardon the pun)...

anyway, we get to the Imperial forum, where there's no bathroom.  When I realized there was no bathroom, I panicked, and it mad me flare.  I didn't have anywhere to go and it just happened.  I just stood there and cried.  My poor b/f had to lower me into a ditch so I could finish and then he had to run all the way to a snack stand to get napkins and a bottled water to help me clean up.  I was so humiliated.  I then had to wear my pooped pants for another half hour during the bus ride back in the 90 degree heat.  I wore dark pants the rest of the trip, needless to say.  Now its just a bad memory of another day with crohns, but that day I found out what a great b/f I had who could help me through it.  I am so thankful, despite everything!  :)

Mike B-

I have always wondered about that situation. So far I've been lucky at the bank!