I’m another one of those - when I was in the hospital one of the medical types commented about my 800-1,000 ml piss tank.
See mom - I wasn’t just holding it in, I really do have a larger than average capacity! Mom always wondered how I could hold it so much longer than her other offspring.
Ah, only 33 posts to get to that this time around…
Strange, when I imagined having 15 minutes of fame that certainly never occurred to me.
And… just because, I guess… my skin has decided to get happy again, between the mosquito bites (the little bastards still manage to nail me despite clothing and bug spray) and a few selected rashy bits but no infections or explosions. I’m having to spend some time applying various unguents and balms after the morning wash-up but, sorry to disappoint (well, no, not at all) nothing to add right now.
Oh, and my TMI story, from a good fifteen or twenty years ago:
I was working in a store that for some reason had really dry air, and as a result I was plagued with nosebleeds. I usually plugged my nostril with a paper towel and put my head back, but I hated the coppery taste of the blood running down my throat, so one time I let my head loll forward.
After a while my nose felt oddly full, so I slowly pulled the paper towel away, and onto it sprawled a jellied mass of blood that looked for all the world like a bright red slug. It was about three inches long and quivered malevolently on the paper towel like it wanted to crawl back up into my nose where it was warm, dark and safe.
I’m new here but I just had to add to this thread!
A few years ago I had been put on percocet and it was constantly making me constipated. Well, I had resorted to using laxatives one time because it was so bad. Little did I know that when they hit you… THEY HIT YOU! My boyfriend at the time was in the restroom going to the bathroom and I was screaming at him to get out because my intestines were in pain and I really had to GO! He was having some bathroom issues himself so I was forced to wait. After about 5 minutes of waiting I freaked out because I was doing everything I could to hold it in and I was going to have an accident. I ran into the spare room where we kept the cat litter and opened the tub of cat litter, plopped down on the rim of it and let go! It was terribly gross and disgusting but It was that or a large mess to clean off myself!!!
I have a few more but I thought that was probably the grossest and someone would laugh at that horrible misfortune!!
Once upon a time during a blizzard, with the snow piled 4-6 feet deep against the doors and windows and the windows howling outside and pure white-out conditions our septic system froze up. I mean literally froze up, the pipes completely closed off. There was no way to get any sort of plumber out to help us. No way to unclog the system.
So we got a 5 gallon bucket, lined it with a garbage bag, poured some kitty litter in the bottom, and used that as an improvised toilet for more days than I care to think about about it until the blizzard was over, we could dig a path through the driveway and backyard to the septic tank, dig down through an 8 foot snowdrift, dig down through frozen dirt, and get to work rodding out the outflow pipe from the house.
It wasn’t fun, but yes, kitty litter isn’t just for pooping kitties.
Gas balloons are very different than hot-air balloons, you can fly for 2-3 days in one; 2 people in a basket about 3’ x 5’. The rules state that you’re not supposed to drop anything other than official ballast, which is either sand or water.
The first LTA flight I was involved in, J brought his loo; a 5 gallon bucket, with a strip of foam rubber on the top (for comfort) & a large, industrial sticker on the side: “Inhalation Hazard”.
Yes, yes I would. My husband had to have one of those things sliced out of him, and guess who got to clean and dress that wound a few times a day? It was a long, long time before I could look at hamburger again. Usually I’m not really squeamish, but when I was shown how to clean and dress that wound, I felt like I was gonna faint.
I was in Varanasi at the end of a month long tour of the northern part of the country which was just amazing. I had heard of the dreaded Dehli Belly but I’d made it the whole way without getting sick and was feeling pretty good.
In the land of Karma that was never going to work out.
One evening I was feeling a bit ‘off’, had dinner and went to bed early. Woke up at 2am in a bad way, dashed to the bathroom (we were staying in budget guest houses so this was a shower with a squat toilet at the far end). Shut the door, turned around and took two steps when…everything I’d eaten for the past few days just seemed to fall out of me :eek:
Christ…it was everywhere & I hadn’t even managed to get out of my boxer shorts!
I spent the night sitting on the floor of the shower, just reaching up & turning it on everytime I needed a new washing down (3 or 4 times from memory). The guy in my tour group I was sharing a room with went & got a bottle of water, tipped an electrolye packet into it and handed it in to me, which is I think the only thing that kept me alive - at leaast I felt like dying.
The only positive side of the experience is that it happened that night rather than the next as it would have been the stuff of nightmares to have that happen on a train! Luckily it had burned itself out by then but I was still feeling shattered a few days later when I flew back to Australia.
Yup. I think it’s a code word in our house. If I hassle my wife for some low-grade reason, she will find a way to remind me that she cleaned toxic sludge out of a gaping wound in my asscrack for a week without complaint, so perhaps I should back off. I do.
