Having finally opened up about FD has opened up quite a few doors along with it. Spending twenty some odd years of my life hiding my condition from as many people as possible has made for some … let’s just say, interesting… incidents. For starters, I made quite the mess at my job a while back. I have a g-tube, don’t use it much but it’s still there… hanging around, literally. So, there I was, bright and early on a Friday morning at my place of work, and I am most definitely not what they call a morning person. Coffee helps though, coffee helps a lot. There I was, sitting at the front desk, sipping away at my french vanilla. Yum. Suddenly, I realize that I can smell my coffee just a little too strongly. “Weird”, I thought to myself… but, oh well. On I go with my day, talking, greeting, writing, counting, what have you. My zombie-like morning state stopped me from investigating further. Long story short, a little while later, there I was, basically sitting in my own drink. Standing up, I quickly realized my entire left leg was soaked in a french vanilla mess. Yuck! It turns out, I hadn’t closed my g-tube properly that morning (again, can’t stress this enough… I am not a morning person). My entire beverage had come straight out the g-tube and down my leg! Immediate panic struck. “Oh my god, what on earth was I going to do?!” Face turned red, knees felt weak, the whole thing… I was done, this was it, I would have to quit my job and go hide in a hole for the rest of my life. This was clearly the only solution to my little mishap, right? What’s a very stressed out and panicky girl to do when disaster strikes? Turn to the wife! Thank goodness for the lifesaver that I married. Only an hour or so later, I was sitting comfortably in my seat, wearing dry, new pants with my coworkers simply believing that I spilled my coffee… who needed to know anything more? Gen to the rescue! I am forever grateful! Also makes me think, though… how much less nerve-wracking would this have been if I wasn’t in the “FD-closet” at the time??