I certainly didn’t plan on having a wardrobe malfunction that day. As I sat at the conference table, I shifted uncomfortably, trying to maintain as much distance as possible from the colleague beside me. A nervous smile crept onto my face, hoping she wouldn’t catch a whiff of my predicament.
Clearly, I hadn’t anticipated an embarrassing moment either.
As discreetly as possible, I let my pen drop to the floor, allowing me to lean down and check for any signs of trouble. No immediate odor hit my nostrils, but my confidence remained shaky.
Time dragged on in that conference room, where we were strategizing for bioterrorism, completely unaware of the biohazard event I was about to create. Just weeks after a surgery intended to correct issues related to childbirth, I was still adjusting to life post-operation. Yes, I had undergone a lateral internal sphincterotomy—an incredibly necessary procedure due to the aftermath of tough deliveries. And let me tell you, that was no walk in the park.
As my colorectal surgeon explained, we have two sphincters down there, but it turns out you can manage with just one. The operation involved cutting the internal sphincter to help my stubborn anal fissures heal—a decision I was willing to make after two years of discomfort that felt like I was passing shards of glass.
The surgery went smoothly, and I thought I was on the mend. However, on this particular day, I was painfully reminded of why having two sphincters could be quite beneficial.
After dropping off my kids, I headed to work, always making it a point to use the restroom right away. But on this day, I found myself at a different location, ten minutes further away from my usual office. About five minutes from my destination, my stomach began to rumble ominously. By the three-minute mark, it was clear this was no false alarm.
With a firm grip on the steering wheel, I tensed up, determined to hold it together. Unfortunately, thanks to Doctor Sphincter, I was one muscle short of success. Panic set in as I realized I might not make it to the bathroom in time. Leaning forward and praying for a miracle, I nearly skidded into the parking lot, unsure if I parked properly.
With my purse in hand, I raced towards the restroom, desperately trying to contain the situation. Luckily, the bathroom was conveniently located right in the lobby.
What ensued was far from dignified. My body, relieved to be near the restroom, relaxed as I approached the door. Just as I stepped inside, I knew I was in trouble.
In a frenzy, I shed my belongings, stumbling toward a stall. The door was wide open as I quickly dropped my pants, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Thankfully, the damage was mostly contained to my underwear—one of my favorite pairs, no less. But there was no time for sentiment; off they went, wrapped in paper towels and tossed into the trash.
I swiftly cleaned myself up and made sure no one else was about to enter the restroom. After a quick sponge bath with wet paper towels, I took a deep breath and checked my reflection in the mirror before washing my hands one last time.
Eventually, my behind healed, but I’m still working on my pride.
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Summary
A humorous account of a doctor’s unfortunate day following surgery highlights the challenges of motherhood and the importance of a supportive community. From awkward moments to finding reliable resources, this story resonates with many who have faced similar experiences.