Dear Diary,
As I sit here trying to make plans with my little broke best friend—also known as my grandson—for this weekend, I suddenly remembered the last time the two of us went to the movies.
It happened last year, but some memories stick with you.
And whew…this one definitely stuck. 😂
That outing did not end the way either of us planned.
🎬 Everything Was Going According to Plan
We had done everything right.
Tickets? Purchased ahead of time.
Food? Ordered ahead of time.
Nachos? Yes, please.
Pizza? Absolutely.
Pretzels? Yes again.
Because apparently we weren’t just going to see a movie. We were preparing to survive three business days inside the theater.
We got settled in, ate our snacks, watched the movie, and I made it through the entire movie without incident.
Crohn’s was quiet.
Suspiciously quiet.
In hindsight, I should have known that woman was plotting.
🚨 And Then Came the Elevator
The movie ended, and we headed out to wait for the elevator.
No warning.
No dramatic stomach cramps.
No polite little notification from my intestines saying, Hey Kia, you might want to locate the nearest restroom.
Nothing.
I was just standing there waiting for the elevator when suddenly…
My pants started feeling warm.
And if you live with Crohn’s—or any condition that has ever caused you to lose control of your bowels—you already know that warmth was NOT bringing good news.
Yep.
I shit myself.
Right there.
At the movie theater.
While waiting for the elevator.
Because apparently Crohn’s had watched the entire movie quietly and decided the real entertainment would begin after the credits.
🚗 The Ride Home Was…Fresh
At that point, there was nothing left to do but accept what had happened and figure out how we were getting home.
And let me tell you…
That car ride?
Windows. DOWN.
All of them.
Fresh air was no longer a luxury.
It was an emergency response plan. 😂
Meanwhile, I couldn’t even sit properly in the seat.
So there I was, strategically hovering, shifting, and questioning every decision that had led me to that exact moment.
My grandson?
Well, he survived.
Honestly, that child deserves some type of grandchild achievement badge because riding home with KiKi after she shit herself was definitely not included in the movie package. 😂
💜 This Is Chronic Illness Too
It’s embarrassing.
It’s inconvenient.
It’s definitely not glamorous.
But it’s also real.
There are parts of chronic illness we talk about openly—pain, fatigue, medications, procedures.
And then there are the parts people tend to whisper about.
The urgency.
The accidents.
The moments when your dignity and your digestive system are clearly operating under two completely different management teams.
I’ve learned that sometimes the only thing I can do after moments like these is laugh.
Maybe not immediately.
But eventually.
Because this is part of living with Crohn’s too.
🌻 And Here We Go Again…
Now, a year later, I’m sitting here trying to make weekend plans with that same little broke best friend.
Apparently one literal shitshow wasn’t enough to keep us home. 😂
And you know what?
Good.
Because as embarrassing as that day was, I’m not going to stop making memories with my grandson because Crohn’s might decide to show up uninvited.
Crohn’s may occasionally turn an ordinary day into a literal shitshow…
but KiKi is still going to the movies.
Although this time?
KiKi might pack an emergency outfit.
And maybe skip the nachos.
Okay…
I’m probably not skipping the nachos. 😂
🎵 Music Playing…
“Oops!… I Did It Again” — Britney Spears
Because sometimes the soundtrack chooses itself. 😂
💭 Reflection Corner
Chronic illness can create some incredibly embarrassing moments. It can interrupt plans, steal your dignity for a minute, and leave you riding home with every window in the car rolled down.
But those moments don’t have to become reasons to stop living.
Sometimes you cry.
Sometimes you get angry.
Sometimes you laugh.
And sometimes…
you pack an extra pair of pants and go make another memory anyway.
Have you ever had a chronic illness moment that was absolutely mortifying when it happened—but became hilarious once enough time passed?
💜 Until next time, remember: Chronic illness may interrupt the plans, change the ending, and occasionally make one hell of a mess—but it doesn’t get to take away the life we’re still determined to live.
🌻 Keep living. Keep laughing. Keep making the memories—even when life gets a little messy.
Kia Lorice
Founder • Author • Advocate • Future Wellness Coach
The Dual Diagnosis Diaries | Kia’s Journey
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