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
Xo Xo
4 comments:
I feel you-one time I shit myself in a Denny's mid-binge/purge. Still haunts me.
That's the worst I've had a couple times I've been in panic mode because of laxies. my abuse of them for so long has me (usually) knowing exactly when they kick in.
My advise if you take then aga in do so at night you may wake up in the middle of the night or early morning to go but at least you'll be at home near a toilet. :)
"Basically, what happens when you get down to a good weight and things start to slide a little is what happened" story of me life that is! thankfully, 'cause i'm active some of this is muscle. (some being the keyword. *shudders* most of it is fat. bad. bad. bad.)
"the kind of cramp that you know that those laxies are now kicking in and you've got a minute to find a bathroom" omg. no. don't even tell me this is...
i've shat meself once and i'd never forget that. oh God. never trust a fart when you take laxatives aye.
oh, Gosh, i'm glad that crisis was averted but yeah, the "what if" feelings... man.
take care of yourself, mate. this just tells you that even small things like taking laxatives now and then mucks us up proper.
i love you!!!
-Sam Lupin
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