So sorry to read the two rape posts, that's so awful 💐
My contribution -
We used to go to a rock bar in Bradford called Gasworks. Upstairs was the bar and velour bench seating, but they played rock music, downstairs were live rock bands. I'd come up to have a drink and a sit down. The upstairs was about as dark as downstairs. As I stretched my arm out at the side of me, I put my hand directly into a massive pile of someone elses vomit! Ran to the loo, hand outstretched, only to find cold water and no soap! For weeks I had to keep scrubbing. It felt disgusting.
The top half of my right big toe rotted and eventually fell off last year. Took about 7 months in total. I had a blocked artery I didn't know about and when I injured my toe, that's how it was discovered. If it hadn't come away, then I'd have lost half my foot as they'd have had to remove it. The smell was awful while it was sat there dead and decaying. Having to change the dressings every few days at all the stages of decay was revolting. (Saw the vascular nurse in between). The day the top half came off was revolting and a relief all rolled into one!
Stood in a huge slug in my bare feet in the dark, when I nipped round the back to the garage to get something. Stopped short of bleaching my foot but kept scrubbing for days afterwards!
My husband had been away for a week with work. I was on my way to pick him up and suddenly got the most horrific stomach pain out of nowhere, 12 miles into the journey, I had another 8 to go. I needed the loo desperately, knew I'd be passing a pub on the way, so, panicking (and panting), I made it into the car park. As soon as I got out of the car, I had the most massive bout of explosive diarrhoea straight into my leggings. It was that much, it was dragging them down! The car park was packed full of people and I had to nonchalantly go into the boot of the car to retrieve a plastic backed picnic blanket (we never have picnics, we just thought it would be a useful thing to have in the car thankfully!) and discreetly open it, to spread on the drivers seat so I could get back home and shower. I rang my husband to say I'd be later than planned, then drove all the way back home with every window down, I was caked in the stuff. I had bowel issues and episodes for many years, but that was one of the worst.