Now before I get started, I must let you know that there was no urine involved in today's experience. That although I do not place my self worth on the opinions of others... I do know how to behave myself in public. I do not classify laughing as something I would consider a stretch to acceptable public behavior, but laughing at a potential self embarrassing moment in public would not be my "normal" public behavior. Today I decided that there was not a refined public response option. And yes I am aware that up until I post this on a BLOG, that there were only two other people on this planet who were aware of said moment, I decided that I enjoyed a good laugh over it...I should share that opportunity with you.
I haven't been feeling very wel for the last few days, BUT Tay had a return she needed to take care of from Christmas... So I ventured out. I had not been running my feeding tube for a day due to some "health issues", but the need to accomplish said errands required some nourishment. So I got all my meds taken care of and my formula and water all packed with my pump in my back pack...and we were off...to Target. She returned her Nook...now that her tablet was working she only needed one. Then the long search for something.....anything to replace it began. After two laps around the store we FINALLY ended up in the clothing (again).
As she was picking out another shirt to match the already discovered skirt...I heard a dripping sound. Not thinking anything about it until I saw the look of horror on Tay's face.
"Umm MOM THAT is YOU" Like a slow motion movie I took the back pack off and noticed something pouring rather rapidly from the bottom.(You see wearing a backpack is not my way of making a fashion statement, it is an everyday addition to my outfit, weather I wear a dress, yoga pants and a hoodie or slacks and a cute blouse, it always includes a backpack, either that or push around an IV pole everywhere I go.) It also (sadly) makes it a little easier for people to remember me...everywhere I go, which usually doesn't include daily embarrassing moments. Mortified I quickly unzipped the backpack, I was relieved to see that indeed it WAS NOT formula (sticky not so good smelling....wonderful mess making...formula) but rather just the water. Still it had dripped, well more like flowed from the back pack down my coat and pant leg. As I notified the target employee of a water spill...she raised one eyebrow and asked...How did that happen? Before I could answer, my sweet 10 year old spouted the entire happenings. With a look of slight curiosity, the employee then asked if it was just "regular water" I let her know that indeed it was like I had spilled a glass of water....no hazmat suit required. "Good"she said out loud.... "because it kind of looked like you peed your pants". And that is when I decided that if I already appeared to have had an accident...that a laugh couldn't be much more embarrassing. So with not a clue as how I was to respond to that with any dignity... I laughed, and thankfully they both laughed with me. (on a side note...the 1000 ml of water that flowed to the floor would be a BIG accident)
With a few changes to the back pack I hope to have eliminated the possibility for any reoccurrence of todays experience. And noted by my wonderful daughter while at the check out stand surrounded by a busy crowd...."Just because it looks like someone is peeing their pants doesn't mean that they are.' ;)
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