We will be on the highway, close to a rest area, and my husband will ask if I need to stop. "Nope," I say. "All good." So, we drive past the rest area, and its mostly clean toilets and head on down the highway. A few miles down the road, there's usually a sign that says, "No restrooms for the next 100 miles" or something like that. Instantly, Anxiety and IBS, start talking to me.