So I'm sitting on the toilet (go figure) at work and the stall next to me happens to be occupied as well. We seem to be having the same issues...if you catch my drift. (I hope you don't because it probably isn't very pleasant. ;) Anyway, she makes an awkward squishy fart sound, and then I return with a similar one only louder and a little longer. It is almost as if we are battling it out. I obviously win having Crohn's and being a pro at this type of bodily function. She finishes up as I continue. It’s as if she wishes to leave pretty hastily.
Alone again in my agony, I continue with what seems like a never ending conversation with God of why am "cursed/ blessed" with this disease? I have felt awful all day, and I am tired of being sick day in and day out. As I complain once again about my insufficient problems, a humorous thought pops into my head. Can it be? Can I find humor in this embarrassing and painful disease? (Well of course, I have a great sense of humor!)
If you think about it, it's probably more embarrassing for the person sitting in the stall next to me to listen to me go to the bathroom than it really is for me to actually have to go. Think of it as that spider is more afraid of you then you really should be of it. (I almost got attacked by one last night! No worries, I swept it up with my sweeper!) I don't know? Just sitting there and thinking that they are probably embarrassed, and I am totally beating them with these awesomely, disgusting squishy fart sounds is really kind of funny. Farts in general are funny...at least to me. That thought just kind of made me chuckle to myself a little. It might not be as funny to you as it was to me, but the next time you're dropping a deuce in a stall next to someone else try to put yourself in their...stall... ;) who knows, it might bring a chuckle to your already eventful bathroom experience.
The humble will see their God at work and be glad. Let all who seek God's help be encouraged.
~ Psalm 69:32, NLT
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