That reminds me of when you're going to work and you really have to take a ####. You wake up feeling great, definitely don't have to poop! Then as soon as you're half way there, it hits. Like a tsunami of searing gas pain. So now you have to decide if it's worth it to be a little bit late and turn around, or hope you can make it to work and go without bursting.
You risk it. Traffic is going at a steady pace, and everything is looking up. Once you get into your office/place of work/whatever, you rush to the bathroom. But somebody stops you on the way with bad news. You have something urgent that can't be skipped. By that time, it's too late. You were a ticking time bomb, and the clock has hit zero.
At first it's great. Pain relief! But then you can feel the warm shame make its way down your legs. Embarrassment sets in. You try to explain yourself, but it's no use. Without hesitation, they take you to a psych ward against your will. Calling for help did nothing. Nobody wants to talk to a pants ####ter. They think you're crazy! But you're not. Or so you keep telling the doctors, which only reinforces their bias of you being crazy. It's done, you're committed forever. Eventually losing all sense of reality.
And that's how we found out grandma had Alzheimer's. So... watch out for that.
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