I won’t be naming names in this blog, as people who know the person in question may be reading it, and I’m gonna tell you stuff about him that he probably doesn’t want publicised.  Similarly just because I call him a he, doesn’t mean he is or isn’t a he.

A friend of mine went out at the weekend, and had a pretty serious turn, ending up in casualty and needing heart tests and stuff.

Really pretty serious stuff.

He has told the tale many times to many different people about what happened, and it’s pretty grim…

..but he’s told me something that he hasn’t told anybody else…

When he collapsed, he had been on his way to the toilet.  When he came back round from unconsciousness, he found himself sat on a chair in the carpark, surrounded by concerned friends and neighbours all watching carefully to see how he was.. that’s when he noticed the warm damp feeling in his trousers. (a number 1 not a number 2.. that would be disgusting, eww)

I know this is a natural reaction to going unconscious, when the body is in trouble it expels anything that could be a toxin, so it would be immature to find this funny.

Trouble is, whenever I hear this person telling the tale of their traumatic weekend, I can’t help but roll around laughing until my eyes water.

My mate understands this.. but nobody else knows that little extra bit of the story, so they hear a truely sad and worrying tale, and can see me falling about laughing at it.

I’ve had *so* many dirty looks this week!