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Originally Posted by Iowanian
I was on a rural work trip today. An hour after lunch I felt those really bad cramps that make you hurt all the way down to your ballon knot like you sat on an electric fence. I was an hour from home and as I cruised down the hwy I started looking at the rows of hay bales wondering if I could get there dry…and then would keep going hoping I could get to the next town. I drove fast and furious doing breathing exercises and trying to draw the monster back in the cave….i pass an unkept gas station….fight on soldier….and I accidentally pass the most common gas station in the state….i make it a couple of blocks past the county courthouse and I realize disaster is pending….ill never make it home. U turn….pull into the parking lot and the mental battle begins….can I make it inside. If I make it inside, where is the outhouse most likely to be? Is it a court day and will there be a line? I’ll be destroying a garbage can in public view if there is…..
Fortune favors the bold…as I penguin walk past thr people on the stairs to the basement….there it is in all glory. A family restroom…unoccupied….single stall, lock on the door….and it was clean. It was clean.
I’m looking for a survivors group to work through my PTSD…but this thread will do.
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Until a few years ago, I would have merely tipped my hat. But then I had my gall bladder removed and brother, I 100% understand. I swear sometimes I’d win Olympic gold if tightening that puckering string could lift weights.
I’m glad you made it. I’ll hoist a cold one in your honor. Stand tall, my friend. Stand tall.