Many of my friends out here on Gastric Sleeve know I did a mini-trip the past few days back to my home-town of Providence Rhode Island. My sister, who I picked up in New Jersey (after I flew into LaGuardia Airport NYC and picked up a rental car) came with me. I try completing a trip to see my few living aunts/uncles, etc once a year or so. Most of them are my father's only living relatives and they are quite old and infirmed in nursing homes and/or assisted livings. I also always manage a visit with one of my BEST friends and his wife...a childhood friend...George...we've been buddies since we were 12 years old or so....visited the gravesites of my parents, etc.
Well...this is the first time I've been away from home since having surgery in Tijuana on 4/2/13. I traveled home from Tijuana alone and I thought that was hard enough but I did some food and beverage planning this time.
I already wasn't feeling right (stomach-wise) this one morning but pushed my thoughts aside. So, rushing around I picked up a small coffee with 1/2 tsp milk at Dunkin' Donuts along with a tuna wrap. Ate three teaspoons of the tuna only...tossed the tomato, lettuce, wrap, etc. There was some mayo on the tuna (I've not used mayonnaise, just Miracle Whip) but not a lot.
About one hour later, while pulling up to our first nursing home visit of the day, I knew I was gonna be ill. Tried quickly ambling to the lobby public restrooms but I just couldn't make it.
HORRIFIED...about 20 feet from the main door, my BOWELS LET LOOSE like I've NEVER experienced...first brown water...lots of it...then a brick (and I mean a huge, hard-ish brick) of stool came out...more water. Horrified, my sister and I stood there stunned.
The rest was a nightmare. Panic stricken, no one would help us. I cleaned up as much sidewalk stool as I could manage, given what few supplies we had in the car. Then, my sister and I raced to find either a self-service car wash, or an outdoor, filthy-skanky gas station restroom, so I CAN BEGIN CLEANING UP! FORTUNATELY, Rhode Island still has some full-service gas stations with outdoor restrooms.
You get the picture. Tossed all my clothes (yup...I DID ride...UGGGHHHH...to a Dollar Store with just paper towels over me-embarrassed...CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???) and my sister and I spent the remainder of the day cleaning me up first, then the rental car
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME????? Did something make me ill? Was this DUMPING SYNDROME???
I know I've gotta talk to my PCP about getting myself more regulated.
SORRY for being so graphic! Has ANYONE ELSE had this?????
MORTIFIED and AFRAID TO BE FAR FROM A RESTROOM NOW!!!!!
THANKS for reading this (If you made it this far).
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