Post by margarita on Sept 20, 2013 10:28:01 GMT -5
And really - I have a feeling you could post on MM that you have millions of dollars in savings, and you'd still get replies saying, "I would NOT feel comfortable with that budget!!!!!!1111"
Post by starrieskies on Sept 20, 2013 10:36:20 GMT -5
MM scares me, I'm not going to lie...
I've put myself on a pretty tight budget, though. I want to get my loan paid off and get enough money in savings to get my own place as quickly as possible.
Post by partiallysunny on Sept 20, 2013 12:51:59 GMT -5
The story, for muddled:
Ever since I've had the Kid, I've had a bit of incontinence. Usually with a hard sneeze. Maybe even a cough. And only when I already have to pee. And usually only a little bit.
Well, with my allergies acting up, I've been sneezing and coughing like crazy. And drinking lots of cold liquid, because it feels good on my throat.
You can see where I'm going with this?
I was actually eating a carrot and it went down the wrong pipe. Which triggered a massive, flemmy, coughing attack. I had already started to run away, because having those coughs is embarrassing in and of themselves.
Well, I couldn't stop the coughing and peed myself in the hallway on the way to the bathroom.
Lucky for me, I'm wearing a flowy dress. I tossed out my underwear and cleaned myself up and everything is fine.
Lol. That's not too bad at all! Thank goodness you chose to wear a dress today!
I was going to tell you about the time I had to go so badly that I completely shat myself while waiting for a toilet to open up. I hosed myself off outside and prayed that the dog wouldn't dig up the undies I buried at the bottom of the trash pit. I guess they burned because I never saw them again.
Or there was the time I stayed with a friend in NYC and she walked in on me cleaning my undies in the sink.
I've puked pretty much everywhere, too. Planes, trains, automobiles... You name it. Always pleasant.
I'm generally ok these days. Although there was the time I thought I was going to have to pop a squat in the middle of the street. I somehow made it to a McDonalds and was in there so long that Brad had to stop the guy from trying to unlock the door. That was fairly recently.
I could tell you about the time I shat myself in the woods...
I was 12. I went to VA with my dad. We were going to scout a place for hunting camp and to place tree stands. It was me, my dad, an uncle, my dad's best friend and another friend in a bronco. My 2 older brothers and 2 other friends were with us in another vehicle. Basically, me and 8 men/male teenagers. I wasn't going to go hunting, I just got stuck going along for the scouting trip.
We found a place that would work for their camp. So, the guys all set about setting up camp so everything would be ready for the next weekend (when hunting started). I just sat there and read a book. And I found a bag of dried apricots. They were tasty and I ate the whole bag. I didn't know what effect dried fruit has on the bowels.
Well, about half an hour later, they were done setting up camp and wanted to scout places for their tree stands. So we start walking into the woods. About 10 minutes in everything just let loose. No warning. Everyone started walking a little faster, except my dad. He pulled me aside and asked if I shit myself. Yep. I did. So, we made it back to the camp and he dumped my pants and underwear in the creek while I dunked my ass in the creek. Keep in mind, it was near the end of November. Brrr.
I sat in the bronco with my coat over my legs and read my book while my dad went and found the rest of the guys. They finished what they were doing and we left. Everyone just kinda pretended that nothing happened. Until we had to stop at walmart on the way home to get me pants.
Although there was the time I thought I was going to have to pop a squat in the middle of the street. I somehow made it to a McDonalds and was in there so long that Brad had to stop the guy from trying to unlock the door. That was fairly recently.
I've had this moment too. Lactose intolerance + IBS = uh-oh
I've had some close calls and I've eyed up the side of the road more times than I can count, but so far I've always made it to a toilet (sometimes just barely).
Post by cuddlyevil on Sept 20, 2013 14:11:03 GMT -5
When H first started out on the road, he tried being all healthy and kept dried fruit in the truck for snacks. He learned about apricots the hard way too.
Post by margarita on Sept 20, 2013 14:21:58 GMT -5
I can't believe I'm typing this, but I can neither confirm nor deny that I may or may not have sharted once. At work.
I had the flu, or food poisoning. I'm not sure which. Anyway, I felt MISERABLE first thing in the morning (crampy and really nauseous.) I should have stayed home, but "I never get sick", so I figured it was just a fluke, and I would feel better later in the day. NOPE. There was pretty well no warning. I RAN into a bathroom, and thankfully, my pants looked fine, but my underwear...yeah, no. Ugh. Terrible. H had the car, so I had to call him to come and pick me up. He was so sweet, too. "Sweetie, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens to everyone at some point." Uh...yeah, right. That was the beginning of three full days of vomiting and having the runs. It was brutal.