Diarrhea on a Plane
I spent two days churning away from home, convinced that my stomach flu would board the plane back with me to Wisconsin...without a ticket! How do you actually manage diarrhea on a plane? I was pretty miserable waiting at the gate, thinking the safest seat for me was one with a deep hole beneath it. I wore loose, drawstring-type shorts, tried popping anti-cramping medication, and went to my “happy place.” I boarded the plane and sat next to a window. It wasn’t 20 minutes into the flight before I crawled over the squirmy man next to me, clutching my purse to my chest and shut the metal door of the restroom. I pictured a line of cross-legged passengers stretching all the way back to the cockpit, complaining and dancing around. Maybe the First Class facilities would need to go “public.” Were there BAGS like they have for astronauts so at least the MALE passengers could “go”? The flight attendant knocked on the door: “Are you ok? “Yes.”...