Caught out, in an establishment’s restroom.

I often have many gripes about having IBS, and Crohn’s Disease, but by far the worst is the 10 sec warning I have before catastrophe strikes. So I had to pay & run for the toilets here in the store I’m in. Pinch & sprint. Nervous flop sweat beading upon my brow. Made it with nary a heartbeat to spare. Good lord I detest this particular need of mine. It was either dart for the stalls in here, or make a mess inside my car, as there was no way I’d get all the way across town to my home in time. At best I’d sully my front porch, at worst I’d befoul my drivers seat, shorts, and joggers, socks, shoes and potentially even my t-shirt, sweater and jacket. There’s just no compromising with the forces of nature. When nature calls, it bellows, and my insides quake. Bah!

So how is your Monday starting? I did manage to run a few errands first. That is a check in the plus column atleast. Ha.

Take care out there. It can always get worse. Ciao Bella!