Getting home from camping

It had been a fantastic weekend of camping with the girls. The pine trees surrounded us. The weather had been perfect, especially for the beach. There’s nothing like sitting on the beach, where it is not too crowded, all the space we had, just sipping on some Palm Bays.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, as they say. It was the end of a great time being in nature. Even the day we left, the sun was out, the humidity was low, and the wind under control. We had one last breakfast by campfire, then packed up for our trip home.

It was sad to leave the trees behind, though I was also excited to see my cats again. I had missed those little critters. My roommate was left to care for them, though he did not mind. He was particularly fond of my Siamese. I had no fear in knowing they were safe.

As we drove out the of the pinery, I gave one last wave goodbye to my temporary home. Sitting in the back seat, I just stared at my window as the breeze blew in my face. At this point, I did start thinking about my bed. I love a good nap after getting back from a weekend away.

On our way home, we spotted a restaurant that looked quite appetizing. We decided to take a break from the drive and indulge in some grub. So, we went on in and ordered some delicious meals and cold beverages to go along with. We decided to sit out on the patio, as it was beautiful out.

We laughed as we chatted, eating away. I had the nachos, one of my favourite things to order. These nachos definitely met my satisfaction. They brought me two sour creams instead of salsa and made sure the hold the olives. The cheese to chip ratio was just right.

But then of course, that great meal came to an end and it was time to make the final leg of our trip home. We were about an hour away in our two-hour journey, that was of course extended by a meal. It did not seem like we were far from our destination. In fact, the last hour felt like 20 minutes, that was until the last 10 minutes, which felt like an hour.

As we entered the city limits, suddenly, my stomach started taking a turn for the worse. It had been fine the entire weekend and the whole trip home. However, the moment I saw the city I reside, a heavy feeling filled my insides, and the grumbling began.

I could feel my food turning. I could feel my tummy bloat. Upon seeing that I was close to home, it was as if my brain decided that was the time to tell me I really really needed to poop. I needed to poop so badly, it had to happen right there and then.

The panic started to set in. We were so close to dropping me off, it would seem rude to ask the driver now to pull over at a rest stop. Also, it would indicate something was really amuck with my bowels. These were not the kind of girls I felt comfortable knowing that information.

I just hoped that I could hold it in until I arrived home. We were after all only 5 minutes away. I could keep it in until then. Just keep quiet and squeeze my butt cheeks. But then, the driver got off at the exit before the exit closest to my place.

This would spell trouble. The exit close to my place was 30 seconds after this one, and two minutes from where I live. This exit though, it took you off where you had to drive an extra 10 minutes. Oh man, how could this be happening? Of all the times to take the wrong exit.

The panic just increased, causing more issues for my stomach. The pain between trying to hold it in and having an anxiety attack was a lot to keep under control. I was sweating and feeling like I was about to throw up. Of course, we hit every red light as well. Was I going to just let it all out, right here in the car?

Luckily, that would not be the case. The driver finally arrived at my apartment building and stopped the vehicle to let me out. I quickly grabbed my stuff and said my goodbyes. However, the driver got out and stopped me to chat a bit before I left. I did not have the patience for this.

I cut the conversation short, insisting I needed to get inside immediately. I felt bad for doing so, but my issue of a timely manner was of ought most importance to deal with now, not some small talk with someone I just spent the weekend with.

I rushed inside the building and frantically pressed the elevator button. Of course, it took its sweet time. When it finally arrived, I hurried in and selected my floor. I was just about to be home free. Until I wasn’t.

I decided to wear this green leopard print summer dress. It was super comfortable and breathed nicely, which I needed, especially in the hot summer weather. Wearing a dress though, meant I had nothing to catch what was about to come out. My underwear would be no match.

As I stood in the elevator as it took me up, my bowels just let go. Shit literally ran down my legs and all onto the elevator floor. It just would not stop. It was as if all the food I ate that weekend decided to come out all at once while I stood there, in a moving box.

Though the elevator stopped at my floor, the poo did not. I could not do anything to clean up the mess I had made, as the mess was still coming out of me. I moved as fast as I could to get into my apartment, leaving a trail of feces all the way down the hall.

I got into my apartment and just dropped all my belongings onto the floor, weeping uncontrollably. My roommate came out of his room, worried about the noise he had just heard. I informed him of what had occurred. He told me not to worry about it and to just get changed.

He drew me a bath and let me know he would take care of the situation. As I sat in that bath, he went and literally cleaned up everything. From the pile of shit in the elevator to the trail of feces down the hall. He even took my clothing and threw them in the laundry.

My job after that was just to lay in bed, with my cats. Take a nap and recoup from what I had just been through. Though I have had some accidents before, with the joys of being autistic with gut issues, this is something I had never endured. It just pouring all out and everywhere.

I am so grateful that one of the most embarrassing things that happened to me, I had someone there to take care of the aftermath. I just needed to relax and settle myself. I will say, I have had nachos many times since, but luckily no shitty repeats.