I've got Poop In My Pants.
Not to be confused with Poop In My Pocket.
I just pooped my pants.
First time in a long time.
Then again, I didn't eat anything all day today.
And I had a dinner consisting of rabbit food and some raw fish.
Oh, and a little bit of wine.
And a day filled with crying and grieving.
I guess there's really no reason I should be surprised I pooped my pants.
After all, shit happens.
And of course,
I have a treatment tomorrow.
My body knows.
When it's time.
Even before I do.
But it doesn't have to always come back to poop, does it?
I guess it does.