Isn’t it crazy, the things we have to think about? Where’s the loo? Is there air freshener? What time do I have to get up to a) get uninterrupted loo time, and b) get my 4-5 bm’s done in enough time to make it to work? Will there be enuf TP!!!???
I swear if this disease wasn’t so tragic, it would make us all experts at logistics.
Although my sister is visiting next weekend from PA, I’ve had to be the one to decide what weekend events we can and can’t participate in, which sucks when I’m in the middle of a flare. So it’s “no, we can’t do the nature trail walk…” and “no, we can’t spend Sunday on a boat – yes, I know it has a bathroom…”.
What a life.