When I was flaring, it was pretty tough to work. I ran to the restroom constantly, and the gas/urgency/smell was horrible. I found some bathrooms that weren't used often, and mentally prepared myself for the run there. I used to hate it when I was running and someone would try and stop to talk to me. My coworkers knew that I was in my UC fog until my "magic hour" which was 11:00 am, and then I started to feel a little better. Not easy, not easy.