I finally pooped. I don’t know if it was the heavy book I brought with me to the toilet this morning, or the big greasy pizza I ate past my bedtime last night, but I felt a bowel movement and wasted no time in plopping my butt on the throne
poop
M.I.A.
This week is turning out to look a lot like last week. I haven’t pooped since Sunday again. It’s Wednesday now. I’ve been steadily dosing myself with L-Carnitine, but I guess my body has gotten used to it and the magic poo touch of the pill has vanished. Hopefully it
Laborious Sunday
My colon must have gone back into travel mode because I had not pooped for a week. So this morning to trick it, I did the most at-home-relaxation activity I could think of: toilet reading. I grabbed the thickest book I could find and plopped my butt on the toilet
