Slept poorly.

A little because of worries.

A little because of this pressure I feel in my left ear. Feels like it’s going to explode at any moment. I think there’s some water trapped inside. This shit is getting me crazy!

A little because of the heat. I guess summer is coming.

A little because of our dinner. My girlfriend prepared her mother’s fish with potatoes, it has lots of flavours, it’s cooked with some alchool, spices, fresh herbs…

Whatever.

Tried to sleep for some time, then went working at my laptop, just until that sudden abdominal pain I – frankly too often – felt.

Rushed to the loo.

My arsehole looks like a grenade has just exploded. The loo looks like this too.

Me? Who cares about me. It’s just my bowels that matter! Can’t think about nothing right now!

IT’S JUST PAIN!

Oh… and it reeks here…

GM? Btw

My arsehole had an immediate reaction at touching the toilet: turd

I guess sport has a role in this.

These last couple of weeks I started back working out, core especially. I think that’s good for my bowels. Indeed

Daily dose of poop

Or shall I say of two days. This alternated constipated days is not good. Not too bed either, since I can take a shit at least every two days…

Still… harsh.

Harsh

Another constipated day

Heh

Bad

Been fast. Arsehole burning

I’ve been constipated the whole night, it kept me awake, it stressed me. Had to wake up very late.

My day is compromised.

You know what’s best?

I haven’t taken a shit yet.

Could have been a normal shit, but we’re not there yet

Ahhh it’s proper lovely when I go visit my mate who lives out in the countryside. He’s full-on bro tech crypto guy — works online, always chatting about turnover and numbers — but yeah, he went and bought himself this bit of land and now he’s living out in the sticks. Plants stuff, trees and all, takes care of the soil like it’s sacred.

Today we finally started designing the bog.

Swear down, it’s been two years with no loo. Just dropping it al fresco, straight into nature.

We had some meat from the local butcher, with a side of cavolo nero grown right here on the land. Let’s just say… the digestive response was swift.

My mate handed me a pickaxe and some tissues, and I went off to lay the first stones of the toilet.

If you know what I mean?

As I said this morning, it was an endless shit.

Now it has an end.

Loooooose end

That kind of poop session that could be endless.

Thought I’ve done enough, but my arsehole keep presenting me with some new turd to expel.

Constipated morning makes me veeeery neevous

Especially on a Sunday, when I’d rather be relaxed and think about nothing at all