My Dumping Syndrome horror story (read if you dare)

[UEvrWndrY 60]

I am so sorry that this happened to you! You just experienced the biggest fear of half the world population! That being said, you are a wonderful storyteller and I know I shouldn't have but I did laugh quite loudly out loud (there may have been a snort involved also) while reading this. Thank you for being brave enough to tell this story because it was probably the funniest thing I have heard in a long time.

Now no more beer cheese soup! Unless you are at home...or constipated.

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[Dee White 140]

I hope u feel better but the way u told the story was hilarious I was crying laughing but felt bad for u thank goodness for tht sundress,hallmark bag,napkins, most of all ur Hubby

[happy1957 138]

*Disclaimer- If bodily functions make you sick, don’t read this post. Otherwise, read on. Prepare to be sickened and (hopefully) amused by my traumatic experience.

On Saturday afternoon my husband and I went to Granite City Brewery for lunch. I ordered the beer cheese Soup, and a lemonade. I had a few sips of the lemonade then gave the rest to my hubby so that I would stop drinking plenty of time before my meal came. Those few drinks of lemonade made my tummy a little sore, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

My beer cheese soup came, and it was delicious. I ate most of the cup of soup (minus the croutons.) I was feeling decent, until I started getting a sharp pain in my sides. I’ve had this pain before, so I didn’t think too much of it…until the sweating started. I’m a heavy sweater, but this was more like I was *raining*. I tried to ignore it, and told myself it was just humid in the restaurant.

After the bill came, we went to the mall to get my dad a gift bag to put his Father’s Day gift in. That only took a few minutes, and then we headed back to the car. When we sat down in the car, my husband looked at me and noticed how sweaty I was. To be polite, he said “It’s pretty hot out, huh?” I replied, “It’s hot, but it’s not THIS hot. I don’t think my lunch is agreeing with me.”

We started out towards home, and within a few minutes the cramping started. My abdomen felt like it was folding in on itself. The sweat began pouring off me even harder. I was literally dripping with perspiration. “Are you okay?” my husband asked me. He must have noticed the tiny, pained grunts I was making and the deep breathing. “I’ll be fine,” I said, gritting my teeth through the nausea.

The drive home was about a 15 minute drive. The whole time I found myself thinking “Just a little further, just a little further.” About 10 minutes into the 15 minute drive, I felt movement in my abdomen. I knew what that meant…my bowels wanted to evacuate. I clenched all my internal muscles and prayed to anyone that might be listening to please, please let this feeling pass. My husband kept glancing over at me with concern on his face. I knew I must look horrible.

I held on tight until we got to the exit ramp off the interstate to our suburb. That’s when a cramp ripped through my abdomen like a knife, and everything let go. I mean everything. Before I knew it, I was yelling “Oh s**t, oh s**t!” as a torrent of explosive diarrhea was making its way to freedom. My husband worriedly asked, “Are you going to throw up?” I cried, “Quite the opposite, actually!”

“PULL OVER!!!!” my husband screamed.

I pulled the car over on the side of the ramp, and got out as quickly as I could. The whole time, the mantra in my head was “Please don’t be on the seat, for the love of god don’t be on the seat.” (We have a new 2013 Ford C-Max) Mercifully, nothing was on the seat. However, the moment I stood up outside the car the mess began to run down my legs. I ran behind the car to try and hide from the passing traffic. My husband scrounged up some napkins from the glove box, and I desperately tried to clean up my legs. In a cruel twist of fate, I was wearing a white sundress. The back was soaked through with brown, foul diarrhea. To put the icing on the proverbial cake, this fecal matter smelled worse than any human feces I have ever smelled.

My husband emptied out the Hallmark shopping bag we had gotten at the mall, and I put it down on the back seat of the car. I wrapped my stinky, soaked dress around me so it wouldn’t get on the seat and sat down on the plastic bag. My husband took over the reigns and drove off towards home as quickly as I’ve seen him drive. “I smell like a barnyard!!!” I cried out in humiliation.

In record time we were home. I ran into the house as quickly as I could, feeling another cramp making its way through my bowels. I tripped and fell on the stairs in my haste, nearly bowling a confused and startled cat over in the process. I managed to make it to the bathroom in time for another torrent of horrifying excrement.

I spent the better part of an hour in the bathroom allowing the last of the demonic diarrhea to exit my body. When it was all said and done, I put on my pajamas, put a heating pad on my belly, and fell asleep on the couch. My husband was polite enough not to bring up the incident and to let me sleep.

And that, my friends, is what we call Dumping Syndrome (also known as “The Most Humiliating Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me”)

Good day... First of all I am sorry for your experience. I have never had that happen to me because of the sleeve, but suffered with it for nearly 5 years after my gallbladder removal. Yet still never to your extreme, I have heard horror stories at "support group: usually from a bypass patient. One leaving a trail from the sample section at Sam's club to the bathroom in the front of the store. :-( I am only writing to tell you that has horrible as it sounded, you are a GREAT writer and had me in stitches. I'm not laughing at you, but with you. I hope that was your first and last experience. No more cheese soup!!

[lsu2868 708]

My first week post op I learned a very valuable lesson: Never trust a fart.

LOL...I never do!

[MrsPierre 67]

*Disclaimer- If bodily functions make you sick' date=' don’t read this post. Otherwise, read on. Prepare to be sickened and (hopefully) amused by my traumatic experience.

On Saturday afternoon my husband and I went to Granite City Brewery for lunch. I ordered the beer cheese Soup, and a lemonade. I had a few sips of the lemonade then gave the rest to my hubby so that I would stop drinking plenty of time before my meal came. Those few drinks of lemonade made my tummy a little sore, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

My beer cheese soup came, and it was delicious. I ate most of the cup of soup (minus the croutons.) I was feeling decent, until I started getting a sharp pain in my sides. I’ve had this pain before, so I didn’t think too much of it…until the sweating started. I’m a heavy sweater, but this was more like I was *raining*. I tried to ignore it, and told myself it was just humid in the restaurant.

After the bill came, we went to the mall to get my dad a gift bag to put his Father’s Day gift in. That only took a few minutes, and then we headed back to the car. When we sat down in the car, my husband looked at me and noticed how sweaty I was. To be polite, he said “It’s pretty hot out, huh?” I replied, “It’s hot, but it’s not THIS hot. I don’t think my lunch is agreeing with me.”

We started out towards home, and within a few minutes the cramping started. My abdomen felt like it was folding in on itself. The sweat began pouring off me even harder. I was literally dripping with perspiration. “Are you okay?” my husband asked me. He must have noticed the tiny, pained grunts I was making and the deep breathing. “I’ll be fine,” I said, gritting my teeth through the nausea.

The drive home was about a 15 minute drive. The whole time I found myself thinking “Just a little further, just a little further.” About 10 minutes into the 15 minute drive, I felt movement in my abdomen. I knew what that meant…my bowels wanted to evacuate. I clenched all my internal muscles and prayed to anyone that might be listening to please, please let this feeling pass. My husband kept glancing over at me with concern on his face. I knew I must look horrible.

I held on tight until we got to the exit ramp off the interstate to our suburb. That’s when a cramp ripped through my abdomen like a knife, and everything let go. I mean everything. Before I knew it, I was yelling “Oh s**t, oh s**t!” as a torrent of explosive diarrhea was making its way to freedom. My husband worriedly asked, “Are you going to throw up?” I cried, “Quite the opposite, actually!”

“PULL OVER!!!!” my husband screamed.

I pulled the car over on the side of the ramp, and got out as quickly as I could. The whole time, the mantra in my head was “Please don’t be on the seat, for the love of god don’t be on the seat.” (We have a new 2013 Ford C-Max) Mercifully, nothing was on the seat. However, the moment I stood up outside the car the mess began to run down my legs. I ran behind the car to try and hide from the passing traffic. My husband scrounged up some napkins from the glove box, and I desperately tried to clean up my legs. In a cruel twist of fate, I was wearing a white sundress. The back was soaked through with brown, foul diarrhea. To put the icing on the proverbial cake, this fecal matter smelled worse than any human feces I have ever smelled.

My husband emptied out the Hallmark shopping bag we had gotten at the mall, and I put it down on the back seat of the car. I wrapped my stinky, soaked dress around me so it wouldn’t get on the seat and sat down on the plastic bag. My husband took over the reigns and drove off towards home as quickly as I’ve seen him drive. “I smell like a barnyard!!!” I cried out in humiliation.

In record time we were home. I ran into the house as quickly as I could, feeling another cramp making its way through my bowels. I tripped and fell on the stairs in my haste, nearly bowling a confused and startled cat over in the process. I managed to make it to the bathroom in time for another torrent of horrifying excrement.

I spent the better part of an hour in the bathroom allowing the last of the demonic diarrhea to exit my body. When it was all said and done, I put on my pajamas, put a heating pad on my belly, and fell asleep on the couch. My husband was polite enough not to bring up the incident and to let me sleep.

And that, my friends, is what we call Dumping Syndrome (also known as “The Most Humiliating Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me”)[/quote']

Oh Dear! I'm sorry this happened. Thanks for sharing with us. Interesting!

[Cheer Mama 166]

I can not say thank you enough for posting this. I read it yesterday and it so prepared me for today! I think mine happened because I walked way to far today. A fart ain't always a fart! ugh! Thank heavens I was at home....... AND standing! :ph34r: It'll sneak up ya like a ninja......

[MichiganChic 3,262]

That had to be horrific to live through, but what a great read! Thanks for sharing your hard learned lesson

[taurabird 142]

OMG! I was laughing so hard I was crying. My husband kept saying what...what, tell me...I just handed the phone to him and said I cant. He read down a little ways and handed the phone back and said...no....lol.

On a constructive note, it may also be you are becoming lactose intolerant now. just a thought with the cheese Soup.

[Atlgadgetgrrl 6]

You poor poor thing. Please remind your hubby to put this on his application for sainthood.

[Dee White 140]

OMGm! I was laughing so hard I was crying. My husband kept saying what...what' date=' tell me...I just handed the phone to him and said I cant. He read down a little ways and handed the phone back and said...no....lol.

On a constructive note, it may also be you are becoming lactose intolerant now. just a thought with the cheese soup.[/quote']

I did the same thing I was crying So hard my Hubby said speechless but funny

[ReadyNewM3 112]

My first week post op I learned a very valuable lesson: Never trust a fart.

Lol

[farah3k 17]

Lesson learned.....A fart ain't always a fart......

[chocolatetye 44]

Thank you so much for posting this. I have had several episodes of close calls but recently I had an accident while I was on the telephone with my girlfriend. I had developed the sweats and figured that I would be ok but I was sooo wrong. After about 2-3 minutes I knew that I wouldn't make it but my friend wouldn't shut up. I figured that I could let a little gas out but I was wrong. Before I knew it, I had poop running down my leg and she was still talking! I had to finally say, I have to go! I was home alone and was embarrassed so I can only imagine how u felt on the side of the road.

[HatheryOnHerWay 603]

Thank you so much for posting this. I have had several episodes of close calls but recently I had an accident while I was on the telephone with my girlfriend. I had developed the sweats and figured that I would be ok but I was sooo wrong. After about 2-3 minutes I knew that I wouldn't make it but my friend wouldn't shut up. I figured that I could let a little gas out but I was wrong. Before I knew it, I had poop running down my leg and she was still talking! I had to finally say, I have to go! I was home alone and was embarrassed so I can only imagine how u felt on the side of the road.

Yet we're taking the "easy way out", right?

[Mommagiraffe 15]

Oh you poor thing!! I had that fun little syndrome for almost a year after I had my gallbladder removed...I never strayed far from a bathroom!!