Got up this morning feeling fine, bowels ok. Put on a new shirt, feeling pleased as I've lost a bit of weight.
Wheel to work in sunshine, settle down, bit of toast, cup of tea, sort first couple of jobs of the day.
WHAM! Massive stomach spasm and suddenly a big hard turd is touching cloth. I can feel this as I am incomplete, as I can feel its repeated attempts for freedom.
Heavy footed colleagues walk past on the floor, each footstep feels like it moves my turd a tiny bit.
Panic. Pack bag. Send email to fellow director. Wheel home.
Still not had full blown accident. Awaiting that pleasure. Trying to work from home.
No PCA until 9 - 9.30pm, no way to transfer alone.
This NEVER happens to me. Suppose I should be grateful.
Fucking SCI.
Wheel to work in sunshine, settle down, bit of toast, cup of tea, sort first couple of jobs of the day.
WHAM! Massive stomach spasm and suddenly a big hard turd is touching cloth. I can feel this as I am incomplete, as I can feel its repeated attempts for freedom.
Heavy footed colleagues walk past on the floor, each footstep feels like it moves my turd a tiny bit.
Panic. Pack bag. Send email to fellow director. Wheel home.
Still not had full blown accident. Awaiting that pleasure. Trying to work from home.
No PCA until 9 - 9.30pm, no way to transfer alone.
This NEVER happens to me. Suppose I should be grateful.
Fucking SCI.
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