heard the expression "shitting your brains out?"

well i actually experienced it... before BRC and i took our first of hundreds of trips to foreign lands, i discovered that he was 33 years my senior, it was too late, i was madly in love with this suave english fellow, so polite and proper, didnt even eat chicken wings with his fingers... well not then he didnt but i changed that... so here i was in mexico proper for the first time in my life, throughly enjoying him showing me the sights, and because of the devaluation of the peso, our selling trip turned into a ten day vacation. we flew from mexico city to acapulco.... Acapulco did not turn out to be the wonderland it was advertised to be, the water was very polluted and everything smelled like human waste, we stayed at a very nice hotel just a bit from the ocean, it had its own private pools, the villa vera hotel, nice place...well like i said before, montezuma attacked me. after my little stint in the pool potty, where everyone within earshot heard my cries of agony and you know when you are so sick that whatever is in your bowels hits the water so hard it splashes back onto your butt? well i went through all that, not sure that any water remained in the toilet when i was done. finally came out of the potty, at the same time as about ten other little girls and women did so as not to let anyone know who was the one who made all the agonizing sounds, i made it back to the lounge chair and informed BRC that i needed to lay down for a while and was not sure about dinner, he asked me if i heard the sounds echoing from the potty and told me that someone was very sick... should i tell him or not??... a few hours passed and when it was around 10pm having not "gone" any more, i thought i would be okay for dinner... we ate, met this german doctor and her husband from mexico city had a nice chat and back to the room we went, both exhausted and ready for a good nights sleep... well one of us got a good nights sleep and it wasnt me.... lucky for me BRC snored, and did so all night long, it would vibrate off my neck and put me out, he would cuddle me from behind and hold me so tight i couldnt get away if i tried or wanted to and did you know that when you snore you cant smell shit er anything...not even shit?... it was about midnight when i woke up, smelling this gawdawful smell, wondering where the hell it was coming from. i managed to wiggle free from BRC and put my hand on the bed to get up and it slipped right out from under me it  and i landed on the bed, looked over and BRC was still snoring, great sleeper, not like me, wake up when flies fart.... it was dark so i couldnt see very well, but when i put my hand to my face to see what was on it, i smelled what was on it, and thought OMG, got out of the bed and raced to the bathroom leaving a trail of evidence behind me, made it to the toilet, and sat there in such severe agony i thought i was going to die.. the gate to the car entrance was on the other side of the bathroom wall, and i could hear two mexican workers from the hotel talking and laughing, i know they were talking about me, they could easily hear me in there and the smell... omg the smell.... it was about 2 hours of me knowing my entire intestinal tract had just been flushed down the toilet until it stopped, after the first hour i figured out that if it was going to kill me i would already have been dead, so i lived through it, got up and took a shower i was covered in my own shit from my head to my feet... i then took a towel, washed up my trail that led back to the bed, to find BRC sound asleep, snooring delightfully totally unaware of my predicament, thank gawd again... i cleaned up my side of the bed the best i could and peeked to see if there was any proof of my situation actually ON BRC, but he was lucky, because i think me trying to clean it off would have woken him up... i went back to the bathroom, washed out the towels and rags i used , destroying as much evidence i could so as not to actually die of embarrassment.... then wrapped the only towel left around me and crawled into bed. BRC stirred, wrapped his arms around me and then about an hour or so later, i woke up AGAIN to that smell i had in my nostrils for the past 10 or so hours and slipped right off the towel, again covered in shit, there was no cramping at first, just this firemans hose velocity liquid flying out my ass as i again raced to the bathroom this time HEARING it as it hit the floor and carpet because it couldnt wait for me to get to the toilet... i finished reading the book BRC brought, again listening to the two mexicans now laughing so hard they didnt even try to hide the fact that it was ME they were laughing at... again in the shower, drying off with the almost dry dirty towels i had used the first time, again going back over the floors and carpet (why did it have to be white carpet?) but this time i did not have to clean the sheets on the bed, the towel i wore to bed actually saved me...exhausted and wondering why i was not dead, i fell asleep... to be woken by BRC as he wiggled my big toe and he said, "dahling, where did all this shit come from?" holding the towel i forgot to wash out up for me to see... omg i wanted to have the floor open so i could disappear, i figured once i got out of the now brown sheeted bed he would figure out where it came from and all i could say was "i am soooooooooo sick", he left the room and went to the german doctor lady, who came in and gave me some shot and some pills and told me i would be feeling better soon. the cleaning ladies came for the dirty linens and i insisted on changing the bed, wanting to burn the sheets, that didnt work, they took them off the bed looking disgustingly in my direction as if i shit the bed not once but twice on purpose.....