Well, do you remember how yesterday we visited the topic of real life people reading our posts. This would be a prime example of when I wish only my BOOBS new who I was.
Regardless, when does that ever stop me?
Yesterday I went poop.
And I swear, although I didn't get a hand mirror, that sucker came out breech. Sideways. Backwards. Width-wise. I don't know...but I had to quit mid push. And I resigned myself, through tears and beads of sweat...that I would just change my address to 123 Toilet Lane.
So then I remembered a passage from my friends book (the great Dalia Lama), when he talked about monks being able to meditate and focus while sitting in the snow (and couldnt feel the pain)...so I tried to do that myself.
So I briefly thought about the finger sweep method I learned years ago in CPR...you are supposed to use it to clear a throat...but hey...
Then finally, gravity helped out and the episode was over.
And because Heather doesn't like to talk about poop...you get to read about it.
Now, the point to this story (YES, there is), is that I believe that they should better prepare you for the change in your bowels after surgery. 21 months later, making business is still not the same.
Just so you know.
Happy Tuesday my friends! And as the old irish saying goes, May the wind always be at your back, the sun on your face, and your bathroom experiences pleasant!