Kinda not that gross, because it isn't explicit, but it is gross, because it has to do with laxatives. For the past week, I've been eating a bit... badly. Basically, what happens when you get down to a good weight and things start to slide a little is what happened. I was hungover on Thursday, so I ate badly and then again last night. I was feeling so disgusting and bloated that I decided to start afresh and take a couple laxatives.
SO, I took these at about 8 this morning, they usually take about 4 hours to work and I knew that I needed to meet my sister at 2pm, but I figured it would be fine. They worked the way that they needed to minus the insane cramps, cold sweats, dizziness and shaking that normally accompanies them, but I thought that it was just my body having done this before, so it would be fine.
I left home just after 1 to meet her on time and took the tube, where I needed to change at Green Park - I got off the tube at Green Park and my stomach started to cramp - the kind of cramp that you know that those laxies are now kicking in and you've got a minute to find a bathroom - I panicked. Not only was I in a tube station, which DO NOT have bathrooms, there is nothing around Green Park - no pubs, or cafes, it's just a park which doesn't have any bathrooms. I started having a panic attack - there was no way I was ever going to shit myself. This is not something that happens to me.
Luckily, I ran up to a member of staff who quickly whisked me off to a loo and the crisis was averted. After twenty minutes of feeling like I was going to die camped out in this really gross bathroom, I was able to make my way.
I WAS TERRIFIED. I never want that to happen again - I mean faced with the humiliation of that nearly happening, my-oh-my I was petrified and even now, I feel a bit traumatised by it.
I'm not in bed, my stomach still doesn't feel right and I feel like I might never leave.
New York on Monday though. Time to man up.
Peace & Love