Did I really say that I was happy to be only going to the bathroom once or twice a day? Did I really think what was happening was normal? Well if that was normal you can have it. I don’t know maybe my intestines just don’t remember what normal is like. Maybe after so many years my intestines just can’t handle being normal anymore. Maybe this just wasn’t really normal. Whatever it quickly made me very unhappy. It got to the point where I always felt like I had to go and so I would climb the stairs and try to go and NOTHING. Or I would go sit for 20 minutes and all I got out was this teeny tiny poop…”that’s it, that’s all? You felt like the rock of Gibraltar”. I got so tired of pushing out a little nothing that felt like a lot of something. If that is normal I don’t want any part of it. I don’t really think I can call it constipation. I don’t think going once or twice a day falls under the constipated heading. How do people who don’t go for days do it? I think it would kill me. I would just die right there on the toilet in the middle of the drop. (Not how I want to go out, not how I want to be remembered…poor girl she just pooped to death) I’ve always said that if I had to choose between diarrhea and constipation I would always pick diarrhea. I have always suspected that constipation was a horrible painful way to go so to speak and now I know I was right. Well silly me what was I thinking…after all I am always right :)
The good news is I’m back to my version of normal…its not ideal but it beats being that other version of normal...
Love, Laugh, and Always know where the nearest bathroom is
…and may it be a version that you love
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