I had one such back in early December, of all places, in the men's room at the clinic in which my gastroenterologist has his office. Its in one building of a very large, urban medical campus. I'd just come from an appointment with my ophthalmologist in another building and was passing by my gastroenterologist's office on the way to the parking garage when the urge struck. I ran to the nearest mens room, gassing and gurgling all the way. Into the stall I went, pulled down my pants and, in an enormous explosion of gas and blood, relieved myself then and there with about
half going either onto or into the toilet, the rest onto the floor. There was simply no way that I would have been equipped in the circumstances to clean up such an extensive mess. So I simply wiped myself, pulled up my pants, washed my hands, and reported the incident to the Gastroenterology Department's receptionists who then called the janiitor, gave me some pads and arranged an appointment on the spot with my physician through his administrative assistant. That was the day that Canasa was added to my regimen and it came none too soon.
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