WARNING: This entry is about POOP!

And other various topics, but that's later.

Right now, its about poop.

Well, as I discovered recently (as in last week), my normal happy bowel function gets mightilly upset when Nick's not around. APPARENTLY, I'm a quiet nervous wreck w/o him. Little sleep, little appetite.

NO POOP.

The no poop was the worst actually, and in my opinon, led to the little appetite and sleep. So I started taking yellow dock (an herbal version of exlax. MUCH gentler) Ususally, 1 yellow dock capsule has me running to the potty in about 3 hours post-consumption. I was up to 4 at a whack by last night.

No Poop.

Nick came home at the wee sma's this morning. "Great!" I thought. "Now I'll start pooping!".

This morning -- nothing. No poop.

I've spent a rather miserable, gut-rumbly day. So, this afternoon, I threatened my instestinal tract. I informed it that if I didn't see some relief, and pronto, I was gonna grab some exlax this evening, and then we'd see about this bound-up crap! ( pun intended )

Well, apparently, the mere threat of the harshness of exlax was all that was needed. Not 5 minutes after this communication, I was trotting to the bathroom. Barely made it in time!

Not going to bother you all with the details, but suffice it to say, I'm feeling much better now.

As to the other, its related, but not poopie.

I'm not sure when this reliance on another person thing snuck in, but I'd really like to know who the hell ordered it? I'm not quite used to this, and I'll admit it came a bit of a nasty shock! When I was talking to Jan about it, she laughed and said "Thanks for waking up, Sleeping Beauty!" She's right, or course, but its still startling to have ones illusions of oneself cracked this way.

Oh well, I guess he's stuck with me! Or I'm stuck with him? Not sure who's stuck with who here, but you get the idea!