At thirty-something, I still had some problems that I aquired in Vietnam. The doctor knowing agent orange was spewed all over me, and we drank contaminated water from the same. He decided he needed to see the insides of my intestines. I agreed but not happily.

The doctor told me what he would do, but that didn’t excite me. The interest in my butt area and everyone working on my tale end was the day’s highlight. About halfway through this, the doctor said you look great. No need to go further, so he removed the scope and sent me on my way.

Walking down the hospital hall, I could feel the gas and back pressure building. I know I need a restroom now! I walked into the one-person facility with a stall for one person, which was occupied. I put my butt to the wall and held on until the pressure blew. It was so loud it made the person in the stall look out through one of the openings. Again it blows, and the liquid flows out of me as slush water down into my jeans and cowboy boots. I do this two or three more times. This old guy has had enough. He leaves without saying a word.

I realize as I try to lock the door to remove and wash out my pants, but no lock on the door works. Taking tight nasty wet blue jeans off is tough; putting them back on is outrageous. I had at least four people come into the restroom with the slush all about, they left quickly, but this one guy was determined to hold his position. My first job was to wash my blue jeans in the toilet to make them at least clean. I finally got my pants halfway on, but my socks were so nasty I had to throw them away.

Walking out of the Hospital, bare feet, my boots in hand, in thirty-degree weather didn’t look good. I couldn’t get my wet jeans to zipped up or buttoned. So, I was a sight to see; most people looked at me in disgust and turned their heads, I don’t blame them I would have done the same. Shity experence to say the least.

I failed to mention the coffee and water I drank with the biscuit and gravy I ate in the hospital cafeteria before I walked out went right through me.