Forgot to mention the moment i arrived at the beshc this morning.

Flat calm. I was bursting.

“Ah, what a perfect moment for a swim,” I thought…

So I dove in and went for a proper swim. First to the nearest buoy… then the farther one. Then to the rocks… until I found the perfect spot. Hidden from everyone.

That’s when I settle down, pull my swimsuit down and—PLOP! I push hard, and out comes the turd.

Ahhh, what a way to end the holidays…

No shit today 🙁

Forgot to mention I was forced to bing eating for the whole past weekend, at my mother-in-law.

It’s been good. Yeah, everything is always very good at her’s.

But you know, this is my first shit at home and… it’s HUGE!

It’s a good shit

I think my problem is whole mental.

I mean, almost, there is some kind of sensitivity for beer pizza and stuff, sure! Some IBS probably… sure!

But in the end, everything can be bypassed by our mind. HIM/HER (whatever) is capable of almost anything, our mind is our only God.

Telling all of this because I’ve just found a way to overcome my constipation – or at least it that’s what now worked – after few pointless attempts, pushing and pulling my anus, just one turd got out. It was just normal, dry. Clearly not the right amount I was expecting (and suffering from).

So what I did was wiping, cleaning my anus and then forcing violating it with my finger. Just a bit. At first was very closed, than – gently – little by little I got in, did a few in-and-outs, and I was good to go.

It worked, I felt stimulus, I cleaned everything thoroughly and I jumped back on my toilet.

Shit cleared the way out.

Nice.

Woah.

Wonderful.

I intervened physically to a clear mental problem. Our self Awareness makes us humans, but it also bugs our self-animal. It was kind of unnatural, kind of unkind to my own self, but I did ask for consent, and I allowed it so nothing wrong about it. I just wish I don’t need this

Pizza tonight?

Yup.

Awake for the whole night.

My bowels fucked up.

Now, after three hours being awake, something unlocked, a turd got out.

Only one.

The rest is echoes of beer and pizza, burping out.

Still, my brains don’t allow sleeping before all of this is gone.

But it is still there.

Shit

Pop pop shit

I slept poorly.

Probably it was the heat’s fault, probably it was my cats’, probably it was because of that random McDonald’s we ate at 2AM…

We were hungry and there wasn’t much else still open.

As I woke up, after just 4 hour of sleep, first thing I did was sitting on my toilet, but even before anything could happen, I saw some diarrhoea on my shower plate.

I was still thinking I’m dreaming, but then I realised couldn’t be mine.

When did the cat eat that mcdonalds’?

Something’s not right.

I swear I’m not sleeping!

Wiping it up was degrading

My arsehole is shooting pebbles

8/10. Shit deployed in a matter of minutes

Can’t believe it! No troubles at all!

It’s what used to be pizza. Now shy turds

Slept a loot. My bowels still sleeping. Just few tirds

Uhm… I hoped for more shit.

Gotta settle for it

Back home after some days of trip with my friends.

The summary of my bowels movements is: no movement at all for the first 3 days – while eating A LOT.

At the 4th day some shots of shits. Just sprouts.

At the 5th day, some normal amount in the morning, but I guess I just lifted the lid, the smell of my farts have been insidious for the rest of the day. Some rapid loose shit before dinner, and then nothing.

Now I’m back home. I had breakfast, and then I dashed to the loo – where I am now.

I’m downloading.

After three days of constipation, my body seems to have kept up the pace… or at least, after skipped 3 days, everything looks back to normal.

But.

The thing now is.

Where the hell did the shit I had to take during these other days go?