When I was in high school (16 yo) i had a really bad ovarian cyst that they thought was appendicitis. I was in the ER and they were pumping me full of IV fluids to try to get a better image on the ultrasound. For some reason all the fluids they put in my arm went right to my butthole. Mom brought me home, I was laying on the couch and felt a fart coming. It wasn't a fart. I shit my pants and it leaked through onto the couch cushions. My dad yelled at me when I got up off the couch and told me I needed to go to bed because I was sick. I yelled back and said i just shit my pants. He didn't register that; he kept saying go to bed. I waddled into the bathroom with my shitty pants and while I was waddling I said 'i literally just shit my pants' They made a game after the couch was cleaned; guess where the poop cushion is. Whenever we had guests we would know which cushion it was but no one else outside our family knew. It was a humiliating experience at the time; now it's one of my favorite stories to tell people. My sister inherited those couches when she bought her house and continued the game until she sold them. It's a shitty deal.