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Extreme amounts of stress does not do good things to my stomach, this, coupled with likely bad grocery store sushi has recently been my downfall. But I have a delightful story for you.
Last night I grabbed some sushi from the grocery store--philly roll. Which is(in this case brown) rice, seaweed, cream cheese, crab and cucumber/carrot for those who don't know.-- and ate it in a damn hurry on the way to the theater to meet a friend for the new harry potter movie. Thought nothing of it and was fine...until later that night when the stress and depression and anxiety i've been dealing with were peaked by an incident and I had an AWFUL panic attack/melt down. Once i'd calmed down, my boyfriend [who was wonderful through this] took me to breakfast where I wolfed down half a plate of hashbrowns and veggie omelet before I got that first pang of 'uh oh'.
I figured it was just the cheese, since i'm lactose intolerant, but usually such small amounts wont do more than make me fart a lot. I then passed it off as my being paranoid, but didn't finish my food. we headed home, and once there I had a serious discussion with my mom, which made me very uncomfortable. sometime in the next thirty minutes I found myself in agony on the toilet. I had horrible stomach cramps, and all that was coming out of me were LONG LOUD farts and the occasional explosive little piece of poo. eventually, my stomach managed to force something down there to get out.
it was like that skippy peanut butter you get in the tube, and the cramps were awful, and for some reason this sofserve style shit was SO HARD to force out.
After an hour of horrible, reeking, agony I felt several pounds lighter, but no better. I managed to curl up, crying a bit, with the boyfriend and go to sleep. I woke up and still felt sort of lousy, but not as bad. I was afraid to eat, so I went about my business.....and then, there it was. BATHROOM NOW. So I literally ran, clenching my cheeks, across the house to my toilet. it exploded out of me the second I sat down and just sort of...SPLOOSHED into the water.
I nearly cried with the cramps and the abuse of my poor, already abused, asshole. And then it was over, and I took a deep breath......and I smelled ginger. I was pretty sure the SAME damn ginger from last nights sushi. I looked in the bowl. there, in the thin, feathery pile of poo-and-death-and-ginger scented shit at the bottom of the bowl......Sesame seeds and brown rice.
I couldn't help but laugh, and afterwards I felt infinitely better, and was almost instantaneously hungry. Still, I've taken it very careful on what I eat today, bland and salty mostly.
I am dreadfully sorry I could not get a picture for you, dear TMIers. But i no longer have a camera phone. :[ And my digital camera requires special batteries I cannot afford.
Last night I grabbed some sushi from the grocery store--philly roll. Which is(in this case brown) rice, seaweed, cream cheese, crab and cucumber/carrot for those who don't know.-- and ate it in a damn hurry on the way to the theater to meet a friend for the new harry potter movie. Thought nothing of it and was fine...until later that night when the stress and depression and anxiety i've been dealing with were peaked by an incident and I had an AWFUL panic attack/melt down. Once i'd calmed down, my boyfriend [who was wonderful through this] took me to breakfast where I wolfed down half a plate of hashbrowns and veggie omelet before I got that first pang of 'uh oh'.
I figured it was just the cheese, since i'm lactose intolerant, but usually such small amounts wont do more than make me fart a lot. I then passed it off as my being paranoid, but didn't finish my food. we headed home, and once there I had a serious discussion with my mom, which made me very uncomfortable. sometime in the next thirty minutes I found myself in agony on the toilet. I had horrible stomach cramps, and all that was coming out of me were LONG LOUD farts and the occasional explosive little piece of poo. eventually, my stomach managed to force something down there to get out.
it was like that skippy peanut butter you get in the tube, and the cramps were awful, and for some reason this sofserve style shit was SO HARD to force out.
After an hour of horrible, reeking, agony I felt several pounds lighter, but no better. I managed to curl up, crying a bit, with the boyfriend and go to sleep. I woke up and still felt sort of lousy, but not as bad. I was afraid to eat, so I went about my business.....and then, there it was. BATHROOM NOW. So I literally ran, clenching my cheeks, across the house to my toilet. it exploded out of me the second I sat down and just sort of...SPLOOSHED into the water.
I nearly cried with the cramps and the abuse of my poor, already abused, asshole. And then it was over, and I took a deep breath......and I smelled ginger. I was pretty sure the SAME damn ginger from last nights sushi. I looked in the bowl. there, in the thin, feathery pile of poo-and-death-and-ginger scented shit at the bottom of the bowl......Sesame seeds and brown rice.
I couldn't help but laugh, and afterwards I felt infinitely better, and was almost instantaneously hungry. Still, I've taken it very careful on what I eat today, bland and salty mostly.
I am dreadfully sorry I could not get a picture for you, dear TMIers. But i no longer have a camera phone. :[ And my digital camera requires special batteries I cannot afford.