First time that happened to me I thought I’d have to go to the doctors. I’d been eating loads of beetroot that weekend tbf, but hadn’t realised the potential consequences. After my poo, I quietly told my ex-girlfriend* what had happened and thought I might be dying. I was terrified. She explained what it ‘might’ be in a very kind way but I only half believed her.
*She wasn’t my ex-girlfriend at the time, she was my girlfriend, that would have been weird otherwise.