I'm a pretty regular guy myself and not much struggling which really takes a bite out of the reading in the bathroom thing. By the time I finish a half a page I'm done! it's one of the few things I look forward to with age :-p
Last time I was in the bathroom I passed a clot of blood and a few short ribbons of what appear to have possibly been intestinal lining. The gauze sponge that I wear to collect the seepage from my permanent and inoperable fistula fell into the toilet because I forgot I was wearing one, and when I went into my bag for a spare I realized I have none.
I'm a pretty regular guy myself and not much struggling which really takes a bite out of the reading in the bathroom thing. By the time I finish a half a page I'm done! it's one of the few things I look forward to with age :-p
You know, just because you're done shitting doesn't mean you have to be done reading. Sometimes the bathroom is the only inviolate place in the house, a last Fortress of Solitude.
Last time I was in the bathroom I passed a clot of blood and a few short ribbons of what appear to have possibly been intestinal lining. The gauze sponge that I wear to collect the seepage from my permanent and inoperable fistula fell into the toilet because I forgot I was wearing one, and when I went into my bag for a spare I realized I have none.
Up until this point I was wondering what my day was missing. Turns out I was missing a big old dose of bowl clenching (or loosening) terror. Thank you sir for completing my day. ;-p
Seriously though, you have my sympathy. That sounds like it sucks.
Last time I was in the bathroom I passed a clot of blood and a few short ribbons of what appear to have possibly been intestinal lining. The gauze sponge that I wear to collect the seepage from my permanent and inoperable fistula fell into the toilet because I forgot I was wearing one, and when I went into my bag for a spare I realized I have none.
Up until this point I was wondering what my day was missing. Turns out I was missing a big old dose of bowl clenching (or loosening) terror. Thank you sir for completing my day. ;-p
Seriously though, you have my sympathy. That sounds like it sucks.
Just providing a rounded experience to the thread.
I don't really get how people can have a "daily morning dump" or whatever. I just go when it's necessary, which is about once a day, sometimes two time or none depending on what I ate. And it could be any time from when I wake up to before bed.
I also don't get how people get all clenchy when they need to do it in public. Everyone does it, BFG. I never have any issues pooping in a public toilet. Except the ones at water parks, cause they're always disgusting.
Here lately I've been pulling double poop shifts at work for awhile now. Mid-morning and one after lunch. I feel like I should have unlocked an achievement for that one.
I also don't get how people get all clenchy when they need to do it in public. Everyone does it, BFG. I never have any issues pooping in a public toilet. Except the ones at water parks, cause they're always disgusting.
It's the banging and rattling of the door that gets me. I have a feeling this occurs less in the men's room. Also, parents typically bring their kids into the women's bathroom (as opposed to men's), and kids LOVE to look under the stall doors. urgh, put a leash on it.
It makes long sessions in the library more fun. That or burst really disheveled from a stall asking what time it is, when given time shout "Good Gods theres not a moment to loose!" and run out.
Oh yesterday I had to take a dump in the morning. everything came out all right, but it happened to be in the nonworking toilet. Cue a bowl full of brown water and corn.
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Because let me tell you, I can deliver. You'll never eat again.
Monday's gonna be rough.
Or Soilitude.
Seriously though, you have my sympathy. That sounds like it sucks.
I also don't get how people get all clenchy when they need to do it in public. Everyone does it, BFG. I never have any issues pooping in a public toilet. Except the ones at water parks, cause they're always disgusting.
Happens in the mens' room, too, though probably less often.
Conclusion: leash those monsters!