"You shit rocks. You're not human!", my sister stated, somewhat amused, as she sauntered out of the toilet that I had let out a bomb not too long ago.
"Oops. They weren't flushed away?"
She shook her head, "They are rocks."
-sob- Rocks. Not pellets, not pebbles. Rocks.
It's not as if I have constipation now, you know. I have the urge strong enough to bomb up the toilet every once a day or two. But... I am starting to fear having to go to poop. Hey, shitting rocks HURT!
And it's not like I abhor fruits and vegetables. I eat them more than meat! I drink water too. How envious am I of those people, who found the food/action which will loosen their bowels and make them shit effortlessly. Bananas, papayas, breakfasts even, another is to expose her belly to wind or the fan, and she'll get the runs the next morning.
They don't work on me though. And let's not talk about food that had gone bad. That's different.
So... I bought laxatives. I saw enema on the shelves - those that you gotta stick into your arse. I looked at the instructions drily, which showed a picture of a man lying on his side with his upper leg brought forward 90 degrees. A full view of the arsehole for the enema to poke in. Ouch.
No thank you. My arse is already sore from the rocks that have to pass through. I don't need more irritation from something that goes the opposite direction.
I moved onto the laxatives - brown bottles of liquids, and boxes of pills. Uh... I don't really know what's the difference. ButI took one bottle of liquid which proclaimed loudly to help constipation (even though I do not have that problem) and which looked kinda... poisonous.
And so... it sits on my desk right now. But I dare not consume it. How bad will the runs be? Will I be running to the toilet every hour? Or... do I have to be home the whole day before I consume the laxatives? If I get the urge, will the urge be so bad that I have to go immediately or else it'll splatter within my underpants?
And of course, it'll be stupid to consume that when I am going to turn in for the day. Can you imagine rushing to the toilet every 2-3 hours when you're sleeping? Might as well sleep outside the toilet. Or worse still, soil your pyjamas and your bed. Yucks.
O-right. Update again when I have my first few spoonfuls of the laxatives then. Which hopefully won't be too awful-tasting...
"Oops. They weren't flushed away?"
She shook her head, "They are rocks."
-sob- Rocks. Not pellets, not pebbles. Rocks.
It's not as if I have constipation now, you know. I have the urge strong enough to bomb up the toilet every once a day or two. But... I am starting to fear having to go to poop. Hey, shitting rocks HURT!
And it's not like I abhor fruits and vegetables. I eat them more than meat! I drink water too. How envious am I of those people, who found the food/action which will loosen their bowels and make them shit effortlessly. Bananas, papayas, breakfasts even, another is to expose her belly to wind or the fan, and she'll get the runs the next morning.
They don't work on me though. And let's not talk about food that had gone bad. That's different.
So... I bought laxatives. I saw enema on the shelves - those that you gotta stick into your arse. I looked at the instructions drily, which showed a picture of a man lying on his side with his upper leg brought forward 90 degrees. A full view of the arsehole for the enema to poke in. Ouch.
No thank you. My arse is already sore from the rocks that have to pass through. I don't need more irritation from something that goes the opposite direction.
I moved onto the laxatives - brown bottles of liquids, and boxes of pills. Uh... I don't really know what's the difference. ButI took one bottle of liquid which proclaimed loudly to help constipation (even though I do not have that problem) and which looked kinda... poisonous.
And so... it sits on my desk right now. But I dare not consume it. How bad will the runs be? Will I be running to the toilet every hour? Or... do I have to be home the whole day before I consume the laxatives? If I get the urge, will the urge be so bad that I have to go immediately or else it'll splatter within my underpants?
And of course, it'll be stupid to consume that when I am going to turn in for the day. Can you imagine rushing to the toilet every 2-3 hours when you're sleeping? Might as well sleep outside the toilet. Or worse still, soil your pyjamas and your bed. Yucks.
O-right. Update again when I have my first few spoonfuls of the laxatives then. Which hopefully won't be too awful-tasting...
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