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Last month, just days after this story erupted, I was faced with a similar situation. We had booked a cruise around Iceland, we were flying from O'Hare to Heathrow, and I was violently ill in the four days before the flight. Fever and uncontrollable poops. OTC drugs had zero effect on it.
We had already paid for the flight and the cruise, ~$10,000, and didn't want to miss out. I was able to go longer between episodes, but still tenuous. 2 days before leaving I walked into the bedroom heading for the bathroom. My wife had left her suitcase on the floor in the process of packing. I hadn't turned on the lights, did not see the suitcase, tripped over it, fell and pooped my pants - though I was trying to clench it shut. I hurried to the toilet, turned and sprayed the toilet and wall behind it before getting sat down. Cleaned it up afterwards. Next day, cleaned it up again.
Luckily (or maybe not really) my wife, being on numerous cancer drugs, had some opiate containing anti-diarrhea drugs, that put the brakes on my situation. One of those pills gave me about 12 hours of safety.
The day of the flight I made my first purchase of adult diapers, put one on backwards (because the problem is in the back, not the front), took a pill and got on the plane. I made the 2 flights safely without putting the diaper to the test. When we got to Heathrow and before we got our ground transportation, I made a visit to the restrooms. As I entered the stall, I heard the guy in the next stall talking on his telephone. I proceeded with a gurgrly blast, uncorking a lot of brown water at a high rate of speed. His conversation ended abruptly.
I was still under the weather for a couple of days, but then recovered and enjoyed the cruise. Saw some northern lights.
Anyway, I sympathize with the person in the story. It can happen to anyone, and it doesn't always let you know ahead of time.
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