Me: Baby, something bad happened.
Angel (through the bathroom door): Are you ok?
Me (trying to get in to said bathroom): I don't know.
Such is a day in the life with Chronic Lyme Disease.
One minute, I'm minding my own business, sitting in my chair, catching up on a friend's blog. The next, heat's flooding my backside and legs.
Me (a bit panicked): Oh my God. What happened? Am I bleeding? Did I just crap myself?
Turns out, it was the latter.
Keep in mind, this is not your typical sharting incident (embarrassingly, I've experienced that before). This is a I'm-just-sitting-there-and-stuff-comes-shooting-out-of-my-a$$- incident (an entirely different phenomena).
Stranger still...I DON'T have stomach pain, have had normal bowel movements (before and since), and the contents of said explosion were more than questionable (Rocks? Nuts? Sand? Dirt? White Cellophane Paper??? Anyone???).
Good Lord. Please don't tell me I have to start wearing Depends.
For 20 minutes, I collect myself, shower, and cry. The pooping, I can handle. The constant barage of new symptoms?? That's really getting to me.
Angel (wearing gloves) throws away the shorts I ruined. The blanket I was sitting on (thank goodness I was sitting on a blanket) goes straight to the laundry.
What was THAT?? Gu treatment? Yeast die-off? Babesia? A reaction from taking coconut oil???
So much for wanting to see what happens next...
Altered Today: Wardrobe, Potential New Problem