Disclaimer: If you’re not a fan of reading about bodily functions such as bowel movements and vomiting and such, you should probably stop reading…now.
Spend any time on the Race and you will find that conversations about such things is normal. A lot of this is due to the commonality of it on the field. Whether it’s “the shifties”, “the runs”, “the shadies” or any other codename you choose, diarrhea is a common comrade on this journey. I (apparently) have no shame, though I’m sure my mama’s turnin’ over in her grave for me posting this. 🙂
The following is, in part, from a journal entry I made a couple of days ago including more thoughts as I’ve recalled the last few days in my head…
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So, Becca & I have a new bond…”di di!” (ehem, that’s Becca’s term for diarrhea for those in the audience)
Let me lay it out for you. Tonight, for supper, we got a treat: samosas!! These are yummy triangular shaped tortilla puffs filled with meat, veggies, etc…. Right before supper, I’d had a slightly shady bathroom run, but I honestly felt fine. After finishing supper, however, Becca and I began to feel a bit dodgy.
Rumbles, grumbles, hold-ins, you name it….
We fought this for a while. And then, Becca had to go. She used the western toilet in the house because it was close but, in hindsight, wished she’d been able to get to the outhouse. You see, we’d been without running water all day so she couldn’t flush the toilet. She realized this about halfway through her session on the throne and determined she had only one other option: ask for water to pour down the commode to manually flush it. This, she did. Unfortunately, the jug she was given did not have enough water to get rid of the … uh, deposit … she’d made. So, she had to ask for more. Faith, the “spiritual daughter” of our contacts who lives on the property with us, innocently, but rather astonishedly says “Oh, you need more?!” hahaa, Becca could only laugh.
At this point, I couldn’t wait any longer. Becca was still trying to flush away her troubles, but I’d not yet released mine. We’re not really supposed to use the outhouse at night, I guess due to safety reasons though it’s located within the gates of the property. But, I just had to find somewhere to plant myself…fast. So, I found my headlamp, grabbed the baby wipes from my purse, flipflops, marched myself up the “mountain” to the outhouse and assumed the position over the squatty…just. in. time. J Let me tell you, di di over a squatty is not an experience I’d choose to encounter again!
When we were both finished, we just sat on the couch and laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. Slightly immature? Mmm, perhaps. But, what else can you do?!
…little did we know, our night was only about to get more laughable…
