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You know me. I'm not afraid to share embarrassing tales in here. Yes it lets you all have a little chuckle at my expense but it also lets others suffering with IBD know that they're not alone and that these kinds of things happen to other people too. So here goes...

Before Christmas Hubby had a 'significant' birthday so I arranged a weekend away. It was us and the kids and all his family- 15 in total! I had booked a beautiful barn in the Derbyshire countryside but packing was tricky as it was a surprise and if he saw me packing then he would wonder what was going on. I had a long list and as I packed I crossed each thing off. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself and thought that I had packed everything I needed including all my medical stuff and all the things for the kids. That was until I was getting myself ready for bed and went to put a clean Tena pad on. Bugger! One of the things that I really, really needed and I had forgotten to pack them.  It was too late to go to the shops and I knew that it wasn't the sort of thing that anybody else would have with them. I discreetly asked if any of the ladies in the barn had any sanitary towels with them but unfortunately for me it was the wrong time of the month. Bugger. 

What could I do? Chances are that if I went to bed without anything I would end up having an accident and ruin the lovely white sheets. You see I was completely exhausted after not only a long day but a tiring few weeks preparing for the weekend. And when I'm that tired I tend not to wake up in the night to go to the loo. And if I don't wake up at least every 3 hours for the loo then I end up waking up covered in 💩💩

So I did the only thing I could do. I wore one of my 3 year old nieces bedtime nappies. Yes, that's right. I went to bed wearing pampers. 


NB xx
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