Last month we all had a nasty stomach virus and it was so bad that it caused the hummingbird to spend a week in the hospital because of low blood sugar. It got to where she didn’t want to eat anything.
I was a few days behind my hubby and daughter so while they were getting better, I was getting the worst of it. When we took her to the hospital a day after she was released the first time I didn’t care how sick I was, I just wanted to be with her.
I could only imagine how the little hummingbird felt because I couldn’t even keep down dry toast. Anything would make my stomach reject it. Actually, it’s more like eject it from my ass.
My hubby was reading to the hummingbird and I went to lay down on the couch in the room since I was feeling miserable. I ended up sleeping for about an hour and then I woke up suddenly.
My stomach was gurgling and as a nurse was checking on the hummingbird’s vital stats, I tried to make a quick dash to the bathroom. If my ass could talk, it would have said KABOOM! As soon as my feet touched the floor, it started coming.
With each step it was coming out of me faster until I sped up and into the bathroom but it was too late. I had shit my pants.
Even though I’m sure the nurse has seen much worse, I was so embarrassed. I also wasn’t sure what I was going to do about my shitty pants situation.
Then I remembered that I had enough sense to throw an extra pair of pants in my backpack.
Later on I had a near miss accident and with my stomach the way it was, I knew I had to just go home. It was a really hard decision to make but if I was going to continue to shit myself, at least I could do it at home without an audience, right?
Except Maisy and Penny might be a little traumatized at what they had to see and hear. Hopefully cats don’t have a long memory.