I’ve been wondering if I’d have the guts to write this post because it’s literally about my guts. I’m doing it though because despite it being personal and embarrassing, it’s also quite funny.
I had an upset stomach yesterday. As you’d expect it was unpleasant and made me feel ill. I was telling Leftwing Idiot about it in the cab on our way to work this morning. I’d managed discreetly to convey something of my discomfort when my tics butted in with their own description of my situation, “I shat myself.”
Most of my tics aren’t based on anything true at all – but this was. There are no secrets with Tourettes: no surprise gifts, no quiet crushes – and no keeping embarrassing stories to myself.