As a 17 year old female, my friends are apt to stop in when they just feel like "chatting". I always tell them they need to call, but NNNOOOOO....they always say they were just in the area, which is the eternal answer since they all live quite close by!Anyway, they always stop by and tell me that they want to go out some where but do not want to go alone. I usually give in and take the road trip. This was one of the worst:My
friend stopped by one day around 11:30 or so. She said that she had to go to Fashion Island ( a place in southern california that is about 45 minutes from my house), and she really wanted someone to go with. I was not feeling very well that day so I was hesitant, but decided not to let her down. So I went along for the ride. Mistake number one.While on the road I began to feel my stomach churn as she told me that she had to go to her father's office to get some cash. Then she let me in on the secret that sh had no clue where it was. She just new the land marks. By then I was REALLY sick and ready to go home. She told me tht she would not take me home because we had to be there in about 2 minutes and we were 30 minutes from the office. I gave in and said ok. Mistake number 2.We finally figured out where we were going and them **BAM** the all dreaded traffic! It was gridlock that looked like it went on forever. Right then I almost had an accident. I pinched my butt as hard as I could and blasted the air conditioner in my face in hopes of a diversion. To our left was an off ramp with what could have been my saving grace, but no. She was not about to be 1 hour late to get MONEY! I started singing in m head and doing lamaz (spelling?) breathing. Smart move number one.The traffic lighted up and so did my stomach. We finally got to the office and I was not about to go into a very nice laywers office and make it known I had a "bowel" problem. After all, had I gone there everone in the building would have been at the door asking me if I was "ok". So I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally she got the money and we flew out of the parking lot. Big ol' mistake number three.!.By now she was pretty aware that I was sick and I was not about to make polite converation. I found that yelling at the other drivers helped! So with my butt clenched and my faces ice cold with recycled air, I toughed though a restraunt stop, 3 hours of being lost, and a girl that gave me an everlasting sickness when I hear Ella Fitzgerald sing "You Say Potato". Really disapointing mistake number four since I really have a liking for that song. By now it was 8:30 pm and we were finally at the Fashion Island mall. I was feeling pretty peppy for making it this far and only ran to a bathroom once. Told her that I needed to "get sick". I think she thought throw up, which I prefer to the wonderful visual that comes with "D" type IBS.The rest of the night I was pretty good until we got chased by a group of guys in a monster truck. But in the streets of Laguna we got away with our little sporty BMW, thankfully. After they followed us for about 20 minutes and found us three different times after we lost them, we pulled into a dark alley and parked the car. Lights off and the two hysterical gals that we were, we got away. Right about then my stomach kicked back up again and gave me a warning. So I told her to take me home and she suprisingly said ok! Great happening number one.So I got home, took a shower, and the worst part was, I didn't even have a BM that night. Go figure huh?