I hate how suddenly those attacks can hit. Sometimes you just don't have many options.
One of my worst ones was while my husband and I were vacationing in France. We were driving back to the hotel after a day trip and one hit me really fast. There were no exits in sight so I just had to use the side of the road. There were no trees to hide behind either. I made it back to the car, and when I sat back in my seat my rear end and backs of my legs started to burn. Apparently I didn't pay close enough attention to where I was squatting. Luckily it wasn't poison ivy, but it must have been a thorn bush or nettles. I had to ride the last 2 hours of the trip with my butt hovering off the seat because it prickled when I sat down. Of course, I have been hesitant to take long car trips since.
Now, whenever I am having an attack in a restaurant bathroom, as miserable as I am doubled over on the toilet, and embarassed that my friends are all waiting for me, I think, "well, at least I'm not on the side of the road in France."
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