I can't go unless I'm at home. Or where I'm really comfortable. I stopped going to the coffee shop I frequented because one day I went to sit down and I suddenly had to go poop and I walked home but I had to like shuffle my way home because it felt like it was coming out.
Then I got to my apartment and had to hop up the steps with each hop being the last possible hop. I was fighting for my life up those steps. Thankfully I made it but I had to go through a whole prison lockdown thing where I'm fighting to take my belt off and trying not to shit on my way to the toilet.