Life sometimes hands you the good with the bad. Yeah, all at the same time. I had an experience with that this past week. If it were possible to take out the bad I believe I would certainly do that, but then would it remove some of the good? The good would not be as good. I guess with open arms we should accept the curveballs of the bad.
Some things are more obvious in life as good and bad than others. Not brushing at night – good or bad? Water leak from the kitchen sink – good or bad? Shitting my pants as I get out of the truck – good or bad? Those are pretty fail-safe, you know the answer right away. There are things in the middle that are not necessarily good or bad, they just are.
Some bad
Right away I can tell you when I shit my pants this past week that was bad. Very bad. But I can see the good in the situation I was in, in which I was able to just turn around and go back home. I want to call this example bad, but maybe it is one of those that just is what it is.
There were no warnings, no signs that I was having gastric distress. I woke up with a peaceful stomach. No excessive bowel movements. I did all the morning routine things, and headed out the door to get down to the tax collector’s office to pay the property taxes. After that I was headed to the hardware store then finally the grocery store. A full morning of getting things crossed off my to do list.
The tax collector’s office is about ten minutes from my house. As I get close, my stomach starts bubbling. Out of the blue – let me tell you the entire morning my stomach had been absolutely fine. Being a person with a membership to the IBS club, I do know the bathroom there is right inside the door. I can do that with no problem. Or so I thought.
I pull into the parking lot and need to sit and compose myself, concentrate on being okay – you know, not shitting my pants. I think I have reached a steady state in which I can get out of the truck and walk less than thirty yards to the bathroom. Open the truck door, swing one leg out – not even hitting the ground, and there it goes.
The really bad
Like a geyser. Except it is a hot stream of shit. In my pants. Sitting in the truck seat. Less than ten minutes ago I had been absolutely fine. Now I have shit in my pants. Not simply that I have shit in my pants, but I have totally shit my pants. Once it started, it kept going. I couldn’t turn it off, I filled my pants with shit.
The only thing to do is go back home. Like a walk of shame. Thankfully I wasn’t walking, just sitting in my shit. I have not filled my pants like that before. First time for that amount of shit in my pants. I am not proud, I am not bragging. I am keeping it real. Unfortunately.
I get home and have to wobble into the house, it is running down my legs. UGH. Straight to the shower with my pants on. Myself and my pants got hosed off in the shower. All my clothes went into a hot wash.
The good with the bad
My thoughts are that yeah, I shit my pants but I was close to home. I wasn’t in front of anyone. I was in a public place but still sitting in my truck. It was my day off and I had time to address the situation – I wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere. So, I am taking the bad and looking at the good. Because it is what it is and that is really all I can do.
