Ooops, that was loud.

April 29, 2010

I used to be really self conscious about going to the bathroom in public. Sometimes it’s silent. But let’s be honest, that really only happens when there’s nobody else in there. As soon as there’s another person around, things get loud. And I used to get really embarrassed, to the point that I would wait in the stall for an extra minute or so while the person from the stall next to mine washed their hands, or try to get out fast before they came out. I really didn’t want anybody to see my face. Even that they probably saw what shoes I was wearing freaked me out.

I think by now I’ve been on the hearing end enough times (not as often as the other way around, but often enough) that I’ve more or less gotten over it. Yesterday I was in a public restroom, came out of the stall and washed my hands right next to the woman from the next stall, all with a vague sense of pride. Heard that? Yeah, you did. I find it so satisfying to hear somebody else’s loud poop (also a little gross, but mostly satisfying). I feel a certain sense of connection and solidarity with them that they don’t even know about, especially because (most of the time) I share a public restroom with other women, for whom the pooping stigma is so much greater. I’m not sure it even really exists for men; they seem to just go around high-fiveing each other for it. But maybe that’s just my own bias.


Yesterday was a great day. Like, super great. I literally ate whatever I wanted all day (nothing bad, but I wasn’t going crazy monitoring myself either) and went to the bathroom maybe twice or 3 times. Even went specifically to pee (which I never get to do, it’s always an afterthought to the pooping- anybody else?) Probably closer to normal than I’ve gotten in a while. Sweet.

Here’s a great article I found today on, entitled “Sunday in the Park, Feeling Nature’s Call.” We’re not quite to the point yet that the NYT is doing articles on Crohn’s disease, this one comes pretty close. It discusses the thing we have in common with the masses: having to stop and find a bathroom in the middle of the big city. Even those of us from small towns can relate.

It links to these two sites, which are dedicated to finding you a bathroom, wherever you may be!
Sit or Squat is the general version, which advertises to work around the world. NYC and Lexington seem to work pretty well, but I looked at Cairo as well and could only find one listing, so maybe this is best in the US.
NY Restroom is the NYC version. Like Sit or Squat, it has a lot of listings in some localities (you’ll be fine in SoHo or on 34th st), and not so many in others.
Both sites make it easy to add more bathrooms, so if you’re interested in helping some folks out, add the ones you know about!

I hate pharmacies. The bureaucratic rules that govern them are completely misdirected towards making sure people don’t have access to drugs they don’t need (even though what drugs somebody buys is nobody’s business but their own and their doctor’s), rather than towards making sure nobody who really needs them will have to go without. What pharmacies don’t seem to understand is that their customers 99% of the time are depending on the drugs they get in order to sustain some part of their lives. Most of us suffer some significant hardship if we go for a couple of days without our drugs, and the pharmacy just shrugs their shoulders and tells us to suck it up. They need to start taking personal responsibility for the well being of their customers. I’m sorry you have a hard job. I’m sorry everybody is always mad at you. But you must understand that there is something more at stake here than whether or not we get to have our favorite cookies when we want them, and the pharmacy making us jump through hoops to get what we need makes us a little testy and you should be a little more understaning. If I don’t get my drugs, all of them, on time, every day, I spend maybe an hour more of my day running to the bathroom rather than doing the things I’m supposed to be doing with my life, like passing my finals and doing my job. And of course, if I have to get up 3 times in the middle of the night, that leaves not only less time but significantly less energy for me to do these things. That’s what is at stake here, buddy, so I don’t need your contempt when I ask you when I can expect you to get me my drugs.


It’s been 2 days without my suppository. Obviously, I’m not feeling too good. And to top it all off, I’m coming down with something.


April 7, 2010

As a kid faced with the problem of only being allowed one treat, ice cream or a lollipop, the perfectly logical answer seemed to be this: I’ll have the ice cream now, and then save the lollipop for after the next time I go to the bathroom. That way the ice cream is gone, and I can move on to my next treat.


My mom didn’t think so.