Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I'm living in Fear . . .

of pooping my pants. There. I said it. Yes, I'm referring to my damn gall bladder issues. Yes, I'm probably going to regret sharing this information.

Awkward it is. Some times the need to potty comes upon me so quickly that I barely have time to get up and race for the rest room. I'm starting to think I need a spare pair of pants at school . . . just . . .in . . . case. It is only a matter of time before I don't make it.

This morning I took my medicine. Had my usual breakfast of 8 peanut butter crackers. I don't know if I didn't drink my medicine quickly enough or what. I do know that this morning when I sat to go, I first checked my pants. My cheeks are red as I type this. I don't know why I am sharing. I just can't stop myself.

1 comment:

  1. I am so sorry. I wish I could make it better. I definitely have plans to keep my gall bladder.