Oh, guys, I had a really BAAAD day!  I'm so glad to be here right now, writing this...
We drove all the way down to the fabric store, where, yes, I was buying yet more of the stuff, to do, yes, even more sewing, and as I was being waited on at the cutting counter, BAM! I said to the saleslady (as everyone in line stared at me), excuse me, but I have to go to the bathroom NOW! As I ran away, she asked something about the fabric, but I wasn't interested. Luckily there was no one in the unisex bath, because it was URGENT!  BIG D attack!
I went back out, and the line was gone, so I felt free to have her help me again. As we were looking at some different fabric, BAM! I couldn't believe it! OH NO! I asked her to just let me look around some more, and then I ran again, and saw a lady almost reach for the door -- luckily I beat her to it -- and WOW! OMG! I sat there, and the panic attack came on me BIG time. The sweat poured down my face and my hair was dripping wet. I went through my purse "emergency medicine cabinet" looking for Lomotil or Immodium. There was none. Damn, I thought I was more organized that to allow myself to run out of this stuff! I grabbed an Equalactin, cleaned, dried my face, and opened the door -- only to find a long LINE of very UNHAPPY ladies waiting! OMG! I was mortified. They all glared at me with frowns on their faces. How horrible! I wanted to run out of that store so fast -- and that is exactly what I did.
How was I going to make it back home? I haven't had a panic attack like that since before doing Michael's tapes.
We were on our way to the new house, and I was worried I wouldn't make it, but I refused to let this damn IBS stop me from doing what I want to do; at least I knew there was an outhouse out front. When we got there, the contractors were all over the place, so we left and drove down to the water. BAM! OMG! I had to GO NOW! There was a public bathroom near the water, so I went there. Luckily, there was a wash basin with soap and towels (can you believe it?), so I was a happy camper. But I was sweating, panicked that I would never make it back home, not on that long trip back, no way. I kept remembering Michael's words over and over again in my mind, as I drove very fast, through rush hour traffic, trying to forget the attack I had just had.....
I got back home, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw my beloved toilet.
Never again will I have cabbage salad! Yep, that's what did it guys. I made Oriental cabbage salad (my fave), and had two servings yesterday and one today.
Never again.... NEVER EVER again ......
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