Was playing football (not handegg) yesterday and started feeling a bit queasy. When I got home it got progressively worse. I took a shit every 30 min and it relieved the pain for 2 min or so and then went back to being horrible. Felt like the worst hangover ive had only with stomach cramps, aches and instead of vomiting i leaked elsewhere. Also, I had tons of homework which i planned to do in the 2 hour space between sport and sleeping. Near the end I could manage 2-3 min of homework tops and i then i had to lie down to not feel like dying. Thankfully it was much better this morning. Tho I was still scared to get up from the bed fearing it might start all over.
Son, you know nothing about diarrhoea hitting you hard.
I have to make a two hour trip to my work and two hour from. The D hit me half way to my job but with my shear will power I hold it in my intestine. Got to work and waited for my boss to come around. I was feeling weak already, starting to sweat. But I thought that it will just go away. After two hours my boss finally got to work and I could take a leave. That was the moment I knew that this will be one hell of trip back. I got on the bus and curled on a free sit. On next bus stop some old smelly lady got on and with my luck had to sit with me. She smelled of old, oily dough. I felt how the barf is trying to get out of me but I hold it. I had to. I knew that if I let it go all shit will get loose and I will be fucked not even in 1/4 of my way home. That was the first half hour. Than i took the subway, cleaner air made it somehow more bearable and the feeling of sickness abated. Next part of my trip was the tram. The fucking tram with the fucking hobo smelling of old piss and fish. My mind and will started to loose it I was saying to my self that I could not do it. That I should just puke right now and be off with it. But I hold it, I hold it hard with two sewage treatment plants on my way attacking me with the smell of shit. I got to bus the last part of my trip home. My mind was battling with the urge to release it all and hold it. Home was so close now but the feeling of nausea was strong as ever. But I made it, last 25 minutes. I run home hoping to puke before shitting, one last wish but that wasn't granted.
Son! You know nothing about diarrhoea if you didn't hold it in you for six hours, thinking about dying, had to made the trip with all those smelly people in public transport and then dying in your bed with worst fucking headache ever interupted by shitting and puking every half hour for two fucking days.
sar·casm | \ ˈsär-ˌka-zəm \
1: a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain
2a: a mode of satirical wit depending for its effect on bitter, caustic, and often ironic language that is usually directed against an individual
b: the use or language of sarcasm
Son, you know nothing about diarrhoea hitting you hard.
I have to make a two hour trip to my work and two hour from. The D hit me half way to my job but with my shear will power I hold it in my intestine. Got to work and waited for my boss to come around. I was feeling weak already, starting to sweat. But I thought that it will just go away. After two hours my boss finally got to work and I could take a leave. That was the moment I knew that this will be one hell of trip back. I got on the bus and curled on a free sit. On next bus stop some old smelly lady got on and with my luck had to sit with me. She smelled of old, oily dough. I felt how the barf is trying to get out of me but I hold it. I had to. I knew that if I let it go all shit will get loose and I will be fucked not even in 1/4 of my way home. That was the first half hour. Than i took the subway, cleaner air made it somehow more bearable and the feeling of sickness abated. Next part of my trip was the tram. The fucking tram with the fucking hobo smelling of old piss and fish. My mind and will started to loose it I was saying to my self that I could not do it. That I should just puke right now and be off with it. But I hold it, I hold it hard with two sewage treatment plants on my way attacking me with the smell of shit. I got to bus the last part of my trip home. My mind was battling with the urge to release it all and hold it. Home was so close now but the feeling of nausea was strong as ever. But I made it, last 25 minutes. I run home hoping to puke before shitting, one last wish but that wasn't granted.
Son! You know nothing about diarrhoea if you didn't hold it in you for six hours, thinking about dying, had to made the trip with all those smelly people in public transport and then dying in your bed with worst fucking headache ever interupted by shitting and puking every half hour for two fucking days.
Happened to me once, very similar to your story, it was one of the worst days of my life.
Son, you know nothing about diarrhoea hitting you hard.
I have to make a two hour trip to my work and two hour from. The D hit me half way to my job but with my shear will power I hold it in my intestine. Got to work and waited for my boss to come around. I was feeling weak already, starting to sweat. But I thought that it will just go away. After two hours my boss finally got to work and I could take a leave. That was the moment I knew that this will be one hell of trip back. I got on the bus and curled on a free sit. On next bus stop some old smelly lady got on and with my luck had to sit with me. She smelled of old, oily dough. I felt how the barf is trying to get out of me but I hold it. I had to. I knew that if I let it go all shit will get loose and I will be fucked not even in 1/4 of my way home. That was the first half hour. Than i took the subway, cleaner air made it somehow more bearable and the feeling of sickness abated. Next part of my trip was the tram. The fucking tram with the fucking hobo smelling of old piss and fish. My mind and will started to loose it I was saying to my self that I could not do it. That I should just puke right now and be off with it. But I hold it, I hold it hard with two sewage treatment plants on my way attacking me with the smell of shit. I got to bus the last part of my trip home. My mind was battling with the urge to release it all and hold it. Home was so close now but the feeling of nausea was strong as ever. But I made it, last 25 minutes. I run home hoping to puke before shitting, one last wish but that wasn't granted.
Son! You know nothing about diarrhoea if you didn't hold it in you for six hours, thinking about dying, had to made the trip with all those smelly people in public transport and then dying in your bed with worst fucking headache ever interupted by shitting and puking every half hour for two fucking days.
My fucking god you're an idiot You had plenty of places to shit, yet you held it in.
You see there is one more side to this story. I have dermoid cyst (don't check it out it is gruesome on photos) in my asscrack so I have to keep my ass as clean as possible. And there was no way I could do it at work.
And don't let me start on how long does it take in polish medcare to cut it out.
sar·casm | \ ˈsär-ˌka-zəm \
1: a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain
2a: a mode of satirical wit depending for its effect on bitter, caustic, and often ironic language that is usually directed against an individual
b: the use or language of sarcasm
@Stormwolf
And don't let me start on how long does it take in polish medcare to cut it out.
kazemaky wrote:
cant you get it removed surgically?
I lol'd
VonMisk wrote:
@Stormwolf
You see there is one more side to this story. I have dermoid cyst (don't check it out it is gruesome on photos) in my asscrack so I have to keep my ass as clean as possible. And there was no way I could do it at work.
This place is more like /b/ with every day going by.
You see there is one more side to this story. I have dermoid cyst (don't check it out it is gruesome on photos) in my asscrack so I have to keep my ass as clean as possible. And there was no way I could do it at work.
This place is more like /b/ with every day going by.
Pff I was on my way to work, last station of the train and 10 minutes on foot to my work place. So 5 minutes before I arrive at the station it suddenly starts. My guts went CRAZY. ABSOLUTELY CRAZY! I managed to get off the train and walk to the next shop which was 3 minutes away.
My steps were like those of a duck. Very short and precise... I asked if I could use their toilet and they said, sure, but it'll cost you 1 euro. I said ok ... Well 20 minutes later I came out and gave them 2 euros and left as fast as possible
I guess it cost them more to get industrial strength air freshener than the 2 euros I paid
Hardcore salmonella diarheea cannot be held more that 10 minutes, tops -and this if you have a really high grade, tungsten carbide asshole. The lesser, common, arseholes average on 2-3 mins. When it arrives, you shotgun your shit wherever you are, or crap yourself to kingdom come.
Man.... my worst case of diarrhea is me almost passing out in the process. I thought i was gonna die on a toilet and i would have called the hospital if i had a phone on me. When i was finally done and got my senses back i tried to get off the toilet but my legs we're completely cramped and i couldnt use them.... i had to crawl back to my living room and lay on the floor for 30 minutes before i could get up again.
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