For the last ten years the structure of my day has been dictated by my busy bowels. I've always had a speedy metabolism, but these days my innards conduct themselves like an Olympic bobsleigh team. My daily schedule is controlled by my petulant paunch, and it's become necessary to assess every journey/task and appoint a risk factor.
At times over the past 13 years poo has had much more than a second thought from me. That and the pain I was under on a daily basis, muted on good days, and so sharp and debilitating on bad days. I have gone home from nights out with friends, sat in the toilet for an hour at work and for the sake of emphasis and because I am not the only one, I have pooed my pants.