Irritable Bowel Syndrome Message Boards | Re: Most Embarassing IBS Stories

Yuck, I have one...

So, to set the scene - I've been seeing my new boyfriend only a couple of months, and it's our first night away somewhere together. We go to Manchester (UK) and have a fantastic night out in the city's bars and clubs, and treat ourselves by staying in this really posh 'Apartment Hotel' - all in all we have a perfect night. I was dosed up on LOTS of Immodium, as at the time I hadn't been diagnosed with IBS, but had learnt from experience that D could strike at any moment. The next morning we have a lovely lie in, get up and have a leisurely breakfast - unfortunately it's a full English breakfast (sausages, fried bread, fried eggs, baked beans, bacon, etc) and at the time I didn't know what that would do to my system. At that point I also thought that taking that many Immodium the night before would 'bung me up' for the next day - which was backed up by the fact that no matter how much I pushed, groaned and squirmed on the toilet I couldn't get a BM out. We checked out of the hotel and began the 5 minute walk to the nearby multi-storey car park to Jamie's car. After a couple of minutes I got 'that' feeling - the one I now know means I have just minutes to get to the toilet. I tell him I need the toilet but he points out the hotel doors locked behind us (it's big on security) and there's nowhere round with a public toilet. He points out that once we reach his car it's only a ten minute drive to the out of town hotel where we left my car, and I could use the toilet at the restaurant there. I'm not convinced but realise I have no other option.

Anyway, we get in the grotty lift in the car park, and begin the climb to the sixth floor. Unfortunately in the time that took I move from 'needing the toilet' to 'I'm about to crap in my pants, and worse, it's definitely diarrhoea'. I have to tell him, even though we're still pretty new to each other. We reach the sixth floor, and he says I need to go 'do it' behind one of the cars. We pick a shiny new red expensive sports car (someone with that much money deserves a 'surprise' surely?

) He goes to wait in the car, and I pull down my jeans and panties and squat behind the car, cheeks burning as I'm sure there's CCTV in the car park. But what can I do? There's no way I can wait ten minutes to get to the restaurant - and if I tried and failed I'd muck up his lovely car!! So I go... And when I say go, I mean GO - hardly surprising considering our breakfast, our big meal the night before and all the alcohol I'd drunk. I literally explode (sorry TMI!

), so I just make sure I get it all out, get a sanitary towel out of my bag to wipe myself (I hadn't learnt at that point to carry tissues...), and pull my jeans up.

Yes, it gets worse - I'd got a bit of poo on the side of my jeans! I found a leaflet in my bag and use it get as much off as possible, but it STINKS! And I now have to go sit in his car. I do 'the walk' all the way over to his car, feeling dirty and embarrassed, and sit in it gingerly, squashing my ankles together to try to suppress the smell from the inside of one of them.

I have NEVER been so embarrassed!!! Can you imagine?!! Thankfully Jamie found it hilarious, and we went on to realise we were meant for each other - we're still together today, about 20 months on, and he's still supportive and understanding. We still have the occasional laugh about that incident!

I can't believe I just shared that...

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