My Dumping Syndrome horror story (read if you dare)

[Cheer Mama 166]

Oh, my! I'm sooo sorry! My husband has IBS and this happened to him, minus the white sundress......

[msreaina 133]

oh wow... What a story I experienced the same thing just last week. I was at the store I had just had lunch with the girls and we decided to go shopping then the feeling hit me. I was not too far from home. But I wanted to make it home cuz I knew it was going to be a bad one plus i hate some store restrooms. So i told the girls I had to leave never explaining why. But I hurried to my car then as I pull out the parking lot it hit me. I felt it about to slip out. I am driving as fast as I can to get home then I truly realize no way I will make it. So I had to stop at this gas station that is usually very clean thank God for that. Just as i start walking to the rest room i can feel a little easy its way out. I ruined my underwear but not my clothes. I can relate with the smell you smelled caused mines was horrible the entire store was smelling with my funky butt. I was embraced when I walked out the restroom and realized I smelled so bad it spread throughout the store. I laugh everytime I think about it now and your story just reminded me so much of myself and my experience I had to laugh again.

[Rox 200]

Oh my God - Your story was both informative and amusing - thanks for sharing, your husband is definitely a keeper. Some guys would've been screaming about the car seats. So the gist of this is - lemonade and beer cheddar Soup is a No,No less than a month out, and always have a Hallmark bag in the vehicle.

[LipstickLady 25,682]

I'm going to offer you a hug....

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[HatheryOnHerWay 603]

oh wow... What a story I experienced the same thing just last week. I was at the store I had just had lunch with the girls and we decided to go shopping then the feeling hit me. I was not too far from home. But I wanted to make it home cuz I knew it was going to be a bad one plus i hate some store restrooms. So i told the girls I had to leave never explaining why. But I hurried to my car then as I pull out the parking lot it hit me. I felt it about to slip out. I am driving as fast as I can to get home then I truly realize no way I will make it. So I had to stop at this gas station that is usually very clean thank God for that. Just as i start walking to the rest room i can feel a little easy its way out. I ruined my underwear but not my clothes. I can relate with the smell you smelled caused mines was horrible the entire store was smelling with my funky butt. I was embraced when I walked out the restroom and realized I smelled so bad it spread throughout the store. I laugh everytime I think about it now and your story just reminded me so much of myself and my experience I had to laugh again.

Based on the number of other folks that are willing to share their stories on this thread, I'm guessing my experience is not very uncommon!! hehe

[LipstickLady 25,682]

My first week post op I learned a very valuable lesson: Never trust a fart.< /p>

[LisaDM 194]

OMG, you poor thing! I would have curled up at died right there on the side of the road! So sorry that happened, but I appreciate you sharing your story so that others can learn. I have issues with creamy Soups and dips sometimes now, and I haven't even had surgery. I can't eat at those japanese steakhouses anymore cuz I can't stay away from the seafood sauce (yum-yum sauce) but the last time I was there I didn't even leave the restaurant before I had to run to the bathroom. So I will need to be extra careful after surgery. Test new foods at home only! haha

[Chelenka 827]

OMG!!! What a nightmare! Your hubby is really a sweetheart and a trooper! I've not experienced anything so traumatic but I have also learned that farts aren't always just gas! LOL! Be careful with your food choices in restaurants so soon after your surgery. I guess you've figured that out the hard way! Steer clear of anything high-sugar or high-fat. I said this already on another thread today, feed your new tummy like you would a baby just starting to eat solid food. Go slowly and carefully. Eventually you can eat a bit more adventurously but it's a good idea to do that at home or stay close to a restroom just on case! Hope this never happens to you again!

pre-surgery weight 325; surgery date 2/28/2013; surgery weight 307; 8 weeks past-op weight 281.4; 12 weeks post-op 274

[HatheryOnHerWay 603]

OMG!!! What a nightmare! Your hubby is really a sweetheart and a trooper! I've not experienced anything so traumatic but I have also learned that farts aren't always just gas! LOL! Be careful with your food choices in restaurants so soon after your surgery. I guess you've figured that out the hard way! Steer clear of anything high-sugar or high-fat. I said this already on another thread today, feed your new tummy like you would a baby just starting to eat solid food. Go slowly and carefully. Eventually you can eat a bit more adventurously but it's a good idea to do that at home or stay close to a restroom just on case! Hope this never happens to you again!

pre-surgery weight 325; surgery date 2/28/2013; surgery weight 307; 8 weeks past-op weight 281.4; 12 weeks post-op 274

And this is why I don't have kids...apparently I'd be feeding them beer cheese Soup and lemonade. haha

[Sleeved&Fabulous 7]

You poor thing! Sorry this happened to you. You definitely took it well. Soon you'll look back on this in laughter! I probably would've cried and then curled into a ball because I was so embarrassed. Learning what our new little stomach does and doesn't like is quite an experience!

[Recycled 2,182]

I think the moral of story here is "Blanket or tarp". Napkins?? are you kidding me.

[HatheryOnHerWay 603]

I think the moral of story here is "Blanket or tarp". Napkins?? are you kidding me.

Honestly, I'm beginning to think I *should* invest in a tarp to keep in the car. If I hadn't been so close to home, I probably would have needed it!!

[SerendipityHappens 1,594]

Been there, Done that... When my gallbladder started to go foul, any greasy food would cause this reaction... I remember once running to the bathroom and thinking "phew, I just barely made it in time".. Only to realize that I had in fact sprayed the entire wall behind the throne with my putridness. I had to wait for everyone to clear out of the bathroom before I could leave the stall... then try to clean it up with wet papertowels..

On a happier note, I still think cheddar beer Soup sounds delish and I'd totally eat it right now if it was in front of me.

[LouiseC 1,031]

Great story and beautifully told! I think most of us can find something in there that resonates.

My first few months after being sleeved taught me to never, ever trust a fart

I still get occasional bouts of dumping. I know it is sugar for me, including fructose and lactose. We just don't get on anymore! Very recently I ordered a hot chocolate when we were out somewhere and what they served was basically a glass of hot milk with a chocolate bar in it that you stirred until its melted goodness was all drinkable. Now I have had small hot chocolates since being sleeved, I have had chocolate since being sleeved, I had early lactose tolerance issues since being sleeved but thought these resolved. Well, I basically inhaled this hot chocolate and declared it the most wonderful drink ever. We got up to pay and leave and I didn't even make it to the car park before the sweats hit me and I knew "go find a bathroom and stay there".

Dumping is awful but wow it is a great teacher of what not to put in my body! This recent episode was a reminder for sure and I am staying away from sugars again!

[aldfnp 20]

*Disclaimer- If bodily functions make you sick' date=' don’t read this post. Otherwise, read on. Prepare to be sickened and (hopefully) amused by my traumatic experience.

On Saturday afternoon my husband and I went to Granite City Brewery for lunch. I ordered the beer cheese Soup, and a lemonade. I had a few sips of the lemonade then gave the rest to my hubby so that I would stop drinking plenty of time before my meal came. Those few drinks of lemonade made my tummy a little sore, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

My beer cheese soup came, and it was delicious. I ate most of the cup of soup (minus the croutons.) I was feeling decent, until I started getting a sharp pain in my sides. I’ve had this pain before, so I didn’t think too much of it…until the sweating started. I’m a heavy sweater, but this was more like I was *raining*. I tried to ignore it, and told myself it was just humid in the restaurant.

After the bill came, we went to the mall to get my dad a gift bag to put his Father’s Day gift in. That only took a few minutes, and then we headed back to the car. When we sat down in the car, my husband looked at me and noticed how sweaty I was. To be polite, he said “It’s pretty hot out, huh?” I replied, “It’s hot, but it’s not THIS hot. I don’t think my lunch is agreeing with me.”

We started out towards home, and within a few minutes the cramping started. My abdomen felt like it was folding in on itself. The sweat began pouring off me even harder. I was literally dripping with perspiration. “Are you okay?” my husband asked me. He must have noticed the tiny, pained grunts I was making and the deep breathing. “I’ll be fine,” I said, gritting my teeth through the nausea.

The drive home was about a 15 minute drive. The whole time I found myself thinking “Just a little further, just a little further.” About 10 minutes into the 15 minute drive, I felt movement in my abdomen. I knew what that meant…my bowels wanted to evacuate. I clenched all my internal muscles and prayed to anyone that might be listening to please, please let this feeling pass. My husband kept glancing over at me with concern on his face. I knew I must look horrible.

I held on tight until we got to the exit ramp off the interstate to our suburb. That’s when a cramp ripped through my abdomen like a knife, and everything let go. I mean everything. Before I knew it, I was yelling “Oh s**t, oh s**t!” as a torrent of explosive diarrhea was making its way to freedom. My husband worriedly asked, “Are you going to throw up?” I cried, “Quite the opposite, actually!”

“PULL OVER!!!!” my husband screamed.

I pulled the car over on the side of the ramp, and got out as quickly as I could. The whole time, the mantra in my head was “Please don’t be on the seat, for the love of god don’t be on the seat.” (We have a new 2013 Ford C-Max) Mercifully, nothing was on the seat. However, the moment I stood up outside the car the mess began to run down my legs. I ran behind the car to try and hide from the passing traffic. My husband scrounged up some napkins from the glove box, and I desperately tried to clean up my legs. In a cruel twist of fate, I was wearing a white sundress. The back was soaked through with brown, foul diarrhea. To put the icing on the proverbial cake, this fecal matter smelled worse than any human feces I have ever smelled.

My husband emptied out the Hallmark shopping bag we had gotten at the mall, and I put it down on the back seat of the car. I wrapped my stinky, soaked dress around me so it wouldn’t get on the seat and sat down on the plastic bag. My husband took over the reigns and drove off towards home as quickly as I’ve seen him drive. “I smell like a barnyard!!!” I cried out in humiliation.

In record time we were home. I ran into the house as quickly as I could, feeling another cramp making its way through my bowels. I tripped and fell on the stairs in my haste, nearly bowling a confused and startled cat over in the process. I managed to make it to the bathroom in time for another torrent of horrifying excrement.

I spent the better part of an hour in the bathroom allowing the last of the demonic diarrhea to exit my body. When it was all said and done, I put on my pajamas, put a heating pad on my belly, and fell asleep on the couch. My husband was polite enough not to bring up the incident and to let me sleep.

And that, my friends, is what we call Dumping Syndrome (also known as “The Most Humiliating Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me”)[/quote']

Hi, what a great story. LoL multiple times. Consider submission for publishing. It's funny now, but not when it was actually happening. I applaud you for your honesty!