Rotten morning so far and it's gonna be a long day. Have to ride to Tulsa for mother 75th b-day party. Mind you she is also off her bi-polar meds again and I am praying we don't have an epasoid.
I woke and showered with dry heaves and nausea. Had 2 hop out of the shower to poo for the 3rd time and have gone another 3 since dressing. About and hour 1/2 time. Taking butt wipes and several changes of clothes though I plan on returning tonight. I can't have enough underwear.
Richards back is out so he is letting me use his truck, meaning I have to drive! Meaning I can't have a nausea/diarrhea or cramping pill. My gut is gurgling and I don't dare eat, just sip water and hope for the best.
Gotta look at the bright side. The butt severa stabbing pain is not there so except for the discomfort in my gut and bowls I should sit for the most part ok...I won't test the God's. I am packing my butt pillow!

Still frickin hurting. Ran to the bathroom 3 time since last post but nothing. It felt like an explosion is building up from under my boobs to the top of my pubs, gurgling pain...grrr!

Hurting today. Was ok when I got up but had a bit for lunch and pow mabe 10 minutes later I feel like the 19th hour of hard labor pains. Grrr! If I take a pill the rest of the afternooon will be fuzzy but if I don't it may not ease up for hours. Lets seee how it goes...

Rest in Peace Guido

Yesterday was touch and go. Or poop and go depending on how you look at it. Would have cancled the funneral if I could have but it wasn't about me so off I went. The curvy hills are hell driving with nausea but I couldn't take a pill. Didn't dare eat as I am in the slimey poop cycle of this hellash inconviencance . (Ha, inconviencance, what a fucking undestatment!) Anyway got to the church just as the service started, spotted the bathroom...only 1 but I can work with that. 20 minutes into it I was looking for the back door out. A lady in a wheelchair had the bathroom occupide and all I could do was hop in Richards truck and pray I make it to the gas station. I travel with back up panties and but wipes but I was dressed and didn't want to have to fully change my outfit...I made it!
Giving the service time to finish I stopped at a friends hardwear store useing her bathroom several times before I left for the after service gathering. Everyone was eating when I arrived and 1 dear lady brought me a plate...of stuff I couldn't eat. Lord I was hungry but I didn't was to have an accident if there was a line to the bathroom. I gave the plate to a teen sitting next to me and grabed some hard cheese and triscuts...the first few nibbles stayed quietly on the trip through my colan so I felt lucky. I manage to munch on 6 crackers and cheese sticks for the next 40 minutes then the rumbling started and I said my goodbyes. Stop 1/2 way home to run to Garrys bathroom (thank god he was home). Really, someone tell me, how the hell can I have a social life without becomeing the old lady thats always in the bathroom changing her britches!