I have been having a bad couple of days. Let me start by telling you my latest incident. I had a job interview on Friday. It was two hours away. I have a friend who lives near the town where the interview was and she said I could get dressed at her house. Instead of wearing my suit in the car and getting all wrinkled. As I approach being about a half hour from my friends house that familiar horrible stomach cramping and gas starts. I start to panic because I am on a toll road with barely any exits. After fighting it for about 25 min. I get off the highway and try to find somewhere asap with a toilet. I am driving in a semi rural area freaking out. I finally find a dunkin donuts and find that it has a median in the road so I can't make the left turn I need to get there. So I turn around and as I am turning around my stomach and bowels say I have fought this long enough. I end up completely filling my pants about 50 ft. from the building. D was everywhere. Up my back on my shirt. I am panicking because I have a job interview in about 4 hours. What am I going to do. So I make my way into dunkin donuts bathroom thank god a single bathroom. I am in there probably over an hour exploding at least this time in a toilet. While still going D I am trying to take off my clothes and get rid of my panties and t-shirt. I accomplished that. I start to clean up with the paper towels and soap what I could. At this point someone is knocking on the door. I tell them I am not feeling well and I will be a while sorry. They sounded annoyed. Which I know how that could feel. I feel really bad. I clean up the best I could put on my still soiled pants and try my coat around my waste and go out to my car. I decide that I have to find another place to finish this horrid clean up. I found a grocery store. I went in there and thank god didn't have to ask where there bathrooms were they were right when you walk in. I love you Wegmans. I stink to high heavens. No one in the bathroom thank god. So I try to finish cleaning up the best I could. Which I believe I did a good job. I put on my suit and spray myself down with perfume. The only thing I could do was hope for the best. At this point I knew I just had to go to the interview and forget going to my friends. I went to buy some depends. My stomach has been fine lately and I ran out of diapers. I didn't even think to make sure I wore one. I haven't had an accident in over 6 months. The interview went well. I hope I didn't stink too badly. I think I did a good clean up a sink bath. I wish I been brave enough to tell my friend what had happened and just went to shower at her house. I am always so nervous to tell anyone about my illness. How have you all been able to tell your friends and co-workers. My family is pretty supportive thank goodness. Thank you for letting me vent. I hope after all that I get the job.