I feel comfortable blogging about this because my blog is only visited by friends and family, but for those who don't know....I have major stomach issue's- always have, unfortunately always will.
If you want me to stop at that: stop reading this post~ if I offend or if any of you say afterwards why would she share this gross story, you shouldn't have read it...fair warning!
Last night Gabe and I went into the city to have dinner with my cousin Chuckie who was here with a group of kids and chaperone's from the school where he teaches. When Gabe and I got off of the train it was pouring...When we got to the restaurant we were soaked- I was actually squeezing water out of my pants. We had a nice Italian meal, and then went to get some dessert and coffee. My stomach started feeling funny but I am on some amazing meds for my spastic colon and haven't had major issue's in a long time (my gastro doctor is one of my best friends, bc in a weird way he has allowed me to go places without worrying about the stomach aches that I have grown accustomed too)
Chuckie and another chaperone had to be back in China town so they only walked half of the Brooklyn bridge with us....
See picture of happy us below:
Then we split ways...we headed towards home, but my stomach was really acting up!
For the rest of our journey across the bridge I was in pain. A LOT of PAIN. I was praying and swearing (sorry folks) praying and swearing....I kept saying keep it in, keep it in, please god take it back to my belly and away from my butt. I was very close to going in my pants (this is where the readers who think I am crazy or gross should stop reading).
What do you do when you are walking across the bridge and are having muscle spasms that you can't control and are about to make you go right there? Pray and swear, pray and swear....I made Gabe talk to me to keep my mind off of it but he said he was just praying the whole time (and I am sure swearing too:) He was so good to me, but there was nothing he could do at this point. I was also saying- squeeze the cheeks please don't come out, please don't come out...
After we walked a mile across we had to walk about another to find a spot to go (the park looked very nice but I think I was to scared to actually stop there. So as we passed a building that I saw people in (security guards). We just went in and begged for a bathroom- I was almost in tears, sweating bullets- they escorted us to the 2nd floor bathrooms. Come to find out we were in a Morgan Stanley office building....such nice nice guys that let us in. Gabe got to know the guard well as they spoke for a good 30 minutes.
After that we went to find a train to get home quickly...but the R train wasn't running and by this time it started up again so I ran into the Marriott...30 minutes later we were running to a train, 15 minutes later I was home...and still feeling so very sick!
We are just super thankful that I made it home...what a stressful experience. Calling Doc Adler in the morning!
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