Chapter 6: On the road again...shitty pants

It was eventually time for us to go. J and his wife had made some tuna steaks and they were great. Soon after dinner I started to get the bubble guts again. I borrowed some anti-pooping stuff and was on the road again. We had left at about 10:30 p.m. I was doing good but on the drive down through Wisconsin, I was bored and getting tired as hell. Not to mention that I was having sharp pains in my gut. I drove for about 3-4 hours and had to pull over. I found an old hick gas station with a bunch of 18-wheelers parked for the night and turned my car off. It was pretty hot inside the car but soon was cold as hell. I would wake up feeling like I had to puke. I was to tired and sore to move. I sat there and fell back asleep. My son was sitting behind me so I wasn't able to really recline the seat that much so I was twisted, cold and sick. Wasn't a great nights rest. My wife woke me up at about 4:30 a.m. and she took over the driving duties. I fell back to sleep as soon as we were on the road again.

I eventually woke up in Illinois and had to shit bad. We had found a gas station so I could do my business. I had to buy some pepto so I could feel better and drive. Soon after that my son starts to puke and the return trip just went downhill. I sat there and get these pains in my belly that would make me lurch over in pain.

I slept a while more and my wife wanted White Castle again. I couldn't eat. I slept in the car. We were making good time and I was starting to feel better. I had told my wife I could drive. She was trying to set a new record for herself I guess and never let me drive. I had pooped a few more times and had noticed that I had literally shit myself a few times. I am guessing that while I was sleeping I had moved or farted and I had leakage. Yuck!

My son was getting better but he had some guts to clean out as well. He dropped a bomb and was better after that. Thank God because I'm not sure I could handle too many more of those presents.

I was starving and finally ate a sandwhich from a gas station. I was still feeling a bit down and out. I had fallen back to sleep and woke up with my car stopped and my wife gone. I had no idea what was going on. I figured out that we were home and she had to pee really bad.

All in all it was a great trip and I can't wait to move back to Minnesota. I know it was a vacation and your supposed to have fun and do nothing, but I missed being home. I am trying to get back there as soon as I can. It was nice seeing old faces and being with my family again. I will keep you posted.