I'm ashamed to post this, but it's somewhat entertaining. I'm t-minus 4 weeks until my total hysterectomy and removal of some growth around my bowels, etc. I've been bragging to my SO that 'Man, I have a great week. No flares!' and even had our fertility doctor who's doing our egg retrieval compliment me on how well I look.

Looks are deceiving.

Family is in town, so we head to Disney world. 13 miles of walking, doing fabulous minus a few hot flashes- and I feel it. The uncomfortable pounding on the right and left side of my stomach, and the pressure in my pelvis. I most certainly am going to shit my pants. Or in this case, my tennis skirt. It's midnight, I'm running to the boat to get back to the parking lot. Slow as ever. Make it to a bathroom, it's a horrible scene. Feel like it's finished, walk to my car. The feeling comes back. Ridiculously speed to my hotel, can't even make it to my room- end up stripping in the hotel lobby bathroom and practically watch my soul leave my body in the bathroom stall. If you've made it this far, there's a point to this. Today was the first day I've realized that looks are deceiving and there is actually something wrong with me. It's not in my head.

Summary: It took OP pooping her pants in the happiest place on earth to realize yes, she's actually chronically ill.