I ought to have some common decency and not blog about this, but hey, things happen, and shame is something I fight on the daily.
I was out walking my dog in the desert, another beautiful evening walk. The weather was gorgeous. I have some pictures I will post later, or at least I plan to post them later, in the next few weeks.
As I was walking, my stomach started to ache. I paused a moment and thought about heading home. The feeling passed. I continued out into the desert, away from the houses. Honestly, I think that may have been the better decision. I doubt I would’ve made it home.
The diarrhea came on so suddenly. I literally stopped, dropped my pants, and left that goopy, smelly mess in the desert sand. Ugh.
The dog’s walk got cut short, because from there, I cut across the desert, off the paths and trails, straight for home. Walking home was not fun. More smaller bouts.
But now I’m home. The undies are wrapped in plastic doggy bags and in the garbage. Outside, natch. The clothes are in the washer, mostly untouched, but just in case. And after a hot shower, I’m feeling better.
Yuck. I can laugh about this now. Heck, I was laughing about it even as I was walking home. I’m quite tempted to use the poop emoji. Yes, I will. 💩🤣
Noting this down as one of those could’ve been embarrassing moments in life. Now that I’m sharing it, I suppose it is. I could’ve kept quiet about it and no one would’ve known except me, my sister, and my dog. My tendency to blurt things out is showing.
Peace! Not pieces… May your stool be soft but solid. 💩🤣