Its a strange kind of pain, that burns inside. Like that of a knife twisting with every breath. It aches from the lower abdomen on the left hand side, clear up to under the breast. Sometimes more like a cramp, that feels as if the insides are being taken and ripped, pulled or grinded through a meat grinder. Non the-less, the pain is aganizing, causing no postion to be comfertable.
Yet to fallow these horrible pains is a horrible problem with bowel movements, running, dark brown, sometimes even accompnied with blood. The entier time having it feel more like with the strain of it, somethings reaching up and along with the stool falling in, it is also trying to grab whatever it can from my insides and rip it out through my ass.
This has been happening for years to me, it goes and comes. Many tests have been done but nothing ever proven. It started happening there after a surgery on my ovry, The surgery was fine and everything went alright, exept for that of my blatter was nicked in the prosses, causing me to be in the hospital for a while for opservation. But nothing was ever done to the bowels other then before I had a slight bowel blockege, but that cant truly case this kind of problem in the latter, Can it?

Well with this much said, I must also say that sometimes on very rear occations I do not quit make it all the way to the toilet. In public this can cause a problem. At Roths (a local store) I had a minor accident which left me just tossing my undies and going camando the rest of the day.
A few days later I went to Winco (again a local store). I knew on my way I was not going to make it, So I simply grabbed a bag from one of the regesters. Upperntly this did not go unseen. A cashier had spotted my theifery of the bag and when I came out of the bathroom a suprize was waiting.
I came out of the bathroom. The bag in my purse and thought now I am on my marry way to get the case of cola I was sent after. Nope, I got stopped by a older gentlem. Perhaps mid 40s, Not bad looking at all though. In a calm clear voice he spoke."Ma'am you need to come with me." I admit I was slightly scared at this asspect but went with him in to the small front office of the store. Stepping inside I admit I knew what this was about.
"Ma'am I was told you to a bag in to the bathroom." This is where I desided not to be emberassed, I was not going to turn red, I was just going to laugh about it. I told him I had because while walking I knew I would not make it to the bathroom in time. I grabbed the bag from my purse. The purdy pink undies where very visable.
The man begain to turn bright red and told me that it was alright and that he was sorry, that I need not show him. But this was fun and I had to proseed. I took them and said "See I had just shit myself." The mans hand was over his eyes and he just kept repeatinig he was sorry and that it was alright. I put the bag back in my purse and smiled. He appoligiezed once more and then I was on my marry way yet again.
I have to say it was quite an thing to be called in. I never thought I looked like someone who would steal something. Hmm It just goes to show you that you never know.

Well thats my confession.