This is a bit different, but I was a bartender in a very busy resteraunt that had alot of staff on at any given time. I can recall on several occasions people being sent home for things as mild as a headache, when I would be doubled over in the parking lot, trying to catch my breath and wipe away the sweat and tears, as the printer rolled off 30 drink orders in between my several trips to the private bathroom. It was a bloody nightmare that was apparent just by looking at my beet-red face and clenched jaw. I was never once offered help or given a break. I guess if it's a matter of the bowels, people would rather pretend it doesn't exist because Lord knows it's not polite to acknowledge the fact that humans use the bathroom. That situation, plus others, have certainly created resent in me...it's something that is not talked about or often acknowledged, so it's as if my pain does not exist in the eyes of others. I'm never looking for sympathy, but perhaps some help and understanding from people would be a start.