Actually, in our home, you may see me run by you while screaming "I gotta 20 in a 22!" I am married to a police officer...in his department that means you are driving back to the station to use the lavatory:) Humor goes a long way in my house and my husband thinks this is fantastic.
Back to spending my time in the "special" place...I have been considering this.
Upon diagnosis with Crohn's I believe you should be handed a care package. In this care package you would find the following items...
- an eReader
- a box of anti-diarrhea tablets
- the softest toilet paper money can buy...as well as wet wipes
- massive amounts of beverages loaded with electrolytes
- and a tiny fairy that sits on your shoulder that says "Dear, there is always someone worse off than you. Suck it up and try not to eat food that makes you s*%& your brains out."