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Boy oh boy did I have a bad day on Tuesday! double trouble in fact.One mile after leaving home while the plumber had begun his day replacing bad pipes to good copper, with the water off, I got hit so hard and so violently by a diarrhea episode that I couldn't even pull over in a parking lot to make it back in time to my portable toilet in the back of my minivan. I was so sick for I don't know how long before I could get off it and struggle to get my completely soiled pants back up, put blankets on my seat and go to my sister's. It took me over an hour to get me cleaned up, the bathroom scrubbed, and my clothes rinsed then into the washer. Exhausted, I slept 3 hours. I was so glad only her dog was there. When the plumber called to say he was done for that day, I was ok to drive home. The water was still off but he had left the outside faucet turned on. Then my "cholera" hit again. So for hours, despite feeling weak and sick, I had to keep going outside, up and down the 4 steps, for water with my bucket. With all my RA joint difficulties, I could only carry enough for 1/2 a flush so you can imagine how many trips were needed. I sure wish my hubby had been home. What were the odds of the day the plumber was scheduled and already started, that this would happen? The next day I felt fine, but of course I was still loaded with meds and continuing imodium. I'm so paranoid now, I've gotten some adult diaper-pants for times of being out in public or visiting people and I have an emergency change of clothes in a backpack in my car. What a life... Anyway, I just wanted to whine a little...