While at work, you feel yourself becoming inescapably, gut-wrenchingly ill, but you can't leave because there's really important work that must be completed by deadline -- so you stick it out, get it all done between all the messy and embarrassing visits to the bathroom -- until finally you're able to leave, so you get on your bike and pedal home oh-so-slowly because you have absolutely NO energy and you don't want to precipitate another visit to the bathroom (especially when there AREN'T any bathrooms en route) -- and when you finally get home, you rush into the bathroom without saying hello to your child or your husband, who you're sure is going to act as your knight in shining armor and take care of all the supper and putting-kid-to-bed details so you can collapse on to the bed and writhe around in fetal position -- anything, anything, to make the horrible feeling go away --
And then before you're even finished in the bathroom, your knight in shining armor bangs on the door and says, "You got to get out of there! I'm about to be sick!"
Apparently we both ate the same piece of bad fish.
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This is my first time commenting on your website, though I have been a reader for a little while. My heart sank for you and your embarrassing trips to the bathroom....HOWEVER! About a month ago I was struck down by a parasite, only I didn't know that's what it was and continued to go to work, making about 6 trips to the loo every hour. You think that's bad? The second or third day, I came in to work to find our bathrooms out of order and some porta-potties in the parking lot. Not terrible (not great either!) but to get to them, you have to walk out the door, down the side of the building and right in front of our canteen window where everyone can see you....and count how many times you've visited the loo in the last 8 minutes. I finally gave up and went home. Just thought I would share....so you know you're not alone! :)
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