WWJD?

A while back, I had to take some antibiotics and took the whole dosage at the clinic. Possible side effects of the medication included nausea, upset stomach, vomiting and diarrhea. I usually don't pay attention to that stuff and pretty much forgot about it. I went about running errands for the rest of the day and came home to hang out with my roommate. My stomach started feeling off and I began to have bouts of pain so I decided to retreat to my room to lie down. My period was supposed to make an appearance soon and I thought these were just lady cramps. I threw back an Advil and tried to focus on my breathing for a bit but it didn't work. Soon after I felt my bowels move. The pain was so severe I could barely get up and move around. The decision to sit on the toilet seemed like a good idea even though I didn't think I was ready to poo. Getting up and down the stairs was an excruciating task done with hindered movement. When I finally landed in front of the washroom door, I found it locked! My roommate was in there! I hoped and begged to God that it was nearing the end of her shower as the pain sharply increased. A minute went by and I could wait no longer. Using all my strength, I climbed back up to my room and hoped and prayed some more. IT WAS COMING. I had to do something. Quick. I panicked for a bit and then looked around my room until I laid eyes upon my garbage bin. Yup. I hurried over and could barely get my pants off before the first wave of liquid shit gushed out. You could definitely call this one explosive considering how fast it shot out of my system. It came out so fast that there was no time to properly aim into the bin. Some of it blasted onto my mirror and onto my carpeted floor. My backside was a slimy mess but at least it was over. So many feelings were felt - panic, surprise, desperation, relief, shame. The whole time, my dog watched (from what I gathered) with amazement and confusion.
I did what I had to do.

Face Down, Ass Up or Downward Dog

I just started doing yoga at home and the other day I let a loud one rip and lost my concentration from laughing so hard. That's why I would never take classes with other people. I would probably get kicked out immediately for not only my gaseous expulsions but also not being able to stay serious afterwards. Namaste?