On my run this morning. It hit me- the OMFG, I have stomach issues that aren't going to make it back to the house or possibly even the next 10 feet. I was in a very urban residential area- just off of the Peachtree Road Race course- without a gas station or grocery store in sight (it was also 5am). I had visions of the running pooper. Stranded and bewildered, I thought through my options, and then, out of nowhere- a glorious porta potty appeared. I'm not kidding, it was like 20 ft in front me.
Score.
I thought.
I am now having all kinds of thoughts of things that I could have contracted using this porta potty. Please tell me I am going to be ok, LOL! I hovered!
Oh, I would not even give it a second thought. I have some sort of IBS issue where I go from not having to go to having to go RIGHT THIS SECOND or else there will be a "situation". If you could see some of the places I have gone. We are talking bathroom from Saw type places.
Post by lasagnasshole on Dec 18, 2013 9:27:22 GMT -5
I don't get it. Have you never used a porta potty at a race or at a large outdoor event? Why would you contract something from THIS one? I am pretty sure thousands of people use porta potties every day and aren't running around with ass infections.
I don't get it. Have you never used a porta potty at a race or at a large outdoor event? Why would you contract something from THIS one? I am pretty sure thousands of people use porta potties every day and aren't running around with ass infections.
Bahaha. Actually I am not one of those people that has a fear of porta potties at all. I think the fact that it was a random porta potty, in downtown Atlanta, in the dark freaked me out. Oh, that and the blood I saw in the basin when I turned to leave. Yea, that too.
Well this makes me feel much better- I usually never freak out about porta potties but for some reason the last 5 miles of my run seemed to give me plenty of time to make up lots of crazy scenarios!
I went on a trip with DH in October to Scottsdale and had a 10 mile run. All was good 8 miles in but I needed water and I was right near a sports complex with lots of water fountains. I run over to one of them, take a long drink, and look up to see a sign that says to not drink the water because of hazardous chemicals that have leeched into the water.
I "think" I'm still disease free - well, I'm praying that I am:)
unless something flew out of the toilet and up your butt, i am sure you are fine. if stuff is coming out, i would think it would be very challenging for anything to go in.
I wouldn't think twice about using a random porta-potty in your situation, but I can see why you feel squicked out! Blood, wtf?
I have become intimately familiar with the public toilets in Piedmont Park these last few months, which have gotta be just as bad, and I haven't caught anything yet (that I know of!)
Post by emilyinchile on Dec 18, 2013 16:59:38 GMT -5
I just keep picturing the scene in Bridesmaid where Maya Rudolph squats down in the wedding dress to crap in the street. I'm glad that wasn't you. Even if your DNA is now somehow tied to a murder scene.
Years ago (we are talking 10+) there was an x files episode and the creature was in a porta pot. I think this was an episode. Either that or I dreamed this. In any case I was terrified something was going to come out and eat me for the longest time. No point to this post. I'm sure you'll be fine.
I cannot believe the luck you had that you found a porta potty!
And yes, you will be find.
Seriously! I tried to tell my husband the story and how crazy it was the a porta potty just appeared, RIGHT when I needed it. He was all like yea, uh, can you rub my neck? Non-runners will never understand this plight...
So more TMI, but I had a similar situation come up the other day. I left the house at the crack of dawn to go surfing. As I parked my car, I realized that I needed a bathroom. Now. I quickly drove to a gas station, made it to the bathroom just in time, did my thing, then realized that there was no toilet paper. I was forced to use the hose (ever popular butt washing device in the Middle East). My ass was dripping wet, I had to pull my bathing suit and board shorts up anyway. I was thankful that I was driving H's car, not mine, (hehe) and thankful that I was jumping into the ocean right away. Yuck. Just yuck. Butt wash hoses suck.