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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Squishy Squashy Goodness


“Just add Water.”

After 8 days of a brutal stomach virus, I’m considering tattooing this phrase on my sphincter.

(right next to the “If you can read this, you’re too close” one)

About a week and a half ago, my daily schedule changed.

It went from this:

1) Wake up at 5 a.m. and get ready
2) Go to work
3) Have coffee
4) Take my morning poo (induced by #3)
5) Work/lunch/work
6) Go home

To this:

1) Wake up at 3 a.m due to GURGLING
2) Explosively poo the equivalent volume of the Bering Sea
3) Keep pooing...mother of God...am I dying?! What is that, a boat?
4) Stay up through alarm...wife is mad...I have not sprayed air freshener...wall is stained
5) Drive to work VERY quickly so not to poo in car
6) WHAT?! MORE POO?!?
7) Have coff..
8) AAH!! POO!
9) Work
10) Poo
11) Have lunc…POO!! (eat lunch in stall)
12) Work. No, no…nevermind…I have to poo again
13) Go home quickly. Pull to side of road and poo
14) Say “hi” to kids as I rush past them to the bathroom
15) Repeat steps 1 – 14.


Ugh.

I have no idea what I ate, or what God I pissed off to cause this.

Regardless, my days were pretty much set to the above schedule.


On the bright side, since I’m a salaried employee, I pretty much got paid to crap all day.

Sweet.

Actually…it was less like crap and more like the contents of Lake Eerie.


Then there’s the down side to all of this.

When your butt is pretty much flushing water out of it’s little brown gate every 15 minutes…

…it begins to feel like you’ve dipped your sphincter in a jar of jalapenos.

(don’t ask me how I know this)


I finally got the courage to make a doctor’s appointment to try to figure out whether or not I was dying, had Crohn’s disease, or was simply itching for someone to examine my cornhole (again).

Instead of my doctor, I got his assistant.

A woman.

Awesome.

Who better to discuss my explosive diarrhea with than a woman?


Maybe I should have her refill my Levitra prescription while I’m here.

Doctor: “Oh…you have an irritable bowel AND a non-functioning penis? Well aren’t you quite the catch!”

Bitch.

Anyway…I can tell she’s embarrassed to talk to me about my continual poo antics, as much as I’m embarrassed to discuss it.

Doctor: “Well…um…how often are you going a day?”

Me (averting her stare): “I like beans.”

Doctor:
“I know it’s not comfortable to talk about, but I need to know. How many times?”

Me: “I have a degree in architecture. I like steak. The color blue makes me happy.”

(this goes on for ten minutes)


Finally…

Me: “I don’t know…like, 5 or six times?”

Doctor: “Okay. Well…we don’t really consider it chronic until you’re going at least 8 times a day.”

*pause*

Me: “Who the Hell has time for that?

Seriously.

How do you go to the bathroom 8 f*cking times a day?

What the f*ck are you eating? Elephants?


Doctor: “Well..I think it’s viral…but we should probably get a sample.”

*blink*

A sample.

A sample of my poo.

This is going just swimmingly.

I start pulling my pants down…

Doctor (frantic):
“No..no…we won’t do it here…”

Oh.

Fine.

Be that way.


It’s okay, though…because I really, really didn’t want to poop in a cup.

Doctor: “Go to the lab and pick up a kit."

Me: "A shit kit? That's funny. It rhymes."

Doctor (sighing): "..then you can return it to them when you have the sample.”

Me: “I’d rather eat my own eye.”


So, I left the doctor’s office with nothing…

...other than the satisfaction of knowing that I spent the last twenty minutes of my life discussing my poop with a woman.

On the bright side, the virus is finally gone. I’m back to solid smash and normal driving habits.

On the down side, I forgot to refill my Levitra.

I should give her a call.

I think she digs me.

30 comments:

AngryMan said...

The Browns fan was a nice touch given that your post is about shitting.

Linda and her Surroundings said...

I think that having 8 shits a day is an interesting weight loss concept. Could you market that? In a box? I hope you feel more, er, or less crappy soon.

C.Rag said...

I don't get this post. What is it about?

moooooog35 said...

Angry: Nice catch!! As Roger Clemens would say: "How Ironical. Where's my underage mistress?!?"

Linda: Thank you. They actually already DO market it. It's called Ex-Lax.

C.Rag: It's a love story. A man, his watery loaf, and his doctor. Coming soon to a theater near you.

catscratch diva said...

I tried the exlax diet once for a week and shit myself silly. I just KNOW you wanted to know this.

Shitting 8x a day is a fate worse than fire ants up the pant leg.

Becky..AMHW said...

Oh sure, complain about a female medical professional...do you know how many times I've had a male medical professional lay his hands allllll over my body? No one put you in any stirrups and stuck a speculum in you to discuss your poo.

(My husband is a history teacher in case you were wondering.)

Then, when I had my tubal ligation, they put me out and I awoke to find they'd given me an enema under anesthesia. Stealth enema...it's like a surprse party. Delightful and but not invited.

HeyJoe said...

Sounds like colitis. Unfortunately I speak from experience.

Hungry Mother said...

That black hose looks familiar to any RVer. We get a little too close to poo far too often.

billymac said...

so what exactly does a shit kit look like? in my head, its a beer bong...

Jen said...

Niiice. I'm a Browns fan and you have their Embarrassed fan in your poop post.

They aren't embarrassing anymore! Really. Honest. I swear.

Everyone loves the orange and brown combo.

Warped Mind of Ron said...

I would take back a sperm sample slam it down on the counter and yell something like, "Here's you darn sample, but I don't know how it's going to help with my crapping!!"

Blonde Goddess said...

Too much anal sex loosens the sphincter muscles and shit literally flies out of your ass like something out of a bobsled race.

Not that I'd know anything about that....

mauniejames3 said...

You big baby!!!! I had it for nine days and then had to go to the hospital in Florida...ya can't tell where they got their degrees or if...I spent five days in the hospital..the first two I knew I was dying..no such luck..they only let me out because we had company coming from Virginia...Oh yeah..hubby had it too..for ONE stinken day..and he was crying for his mommy...you guys slay me..all told it lasted almost five weeks...I lost twenty pounds, but I seem to be finding it again..

Candy said...

Welcome to my life.

Malicious Intent said...

Are you looking for more medical advice? Validation? Sympathy? What??? Help us out here? Try some ice packs on your ass and take a bunch of fibreOne. It's tasteless and might help ease the pain of your flaming ass, that I think none of us can handle.

Tiggy said...

Just be thankful it wasn't coming out of both ends. Head in the bowl or ass in the bowl? Head or ass? It's a tricky one, for sure.

ettarose said...

I had the VIRUS. Only thing was I had it for four days and my record was 23 times in one day. My asshole finally imploded.

Simply Curious said...

I don't know how or why I managed to read this whole post. I'm still sitting here with my face a little scrunched up wondering, "Why, why, why?... Why?"

Malach the Merciless said...

Sounds like Dysentic Malaria, you have 4 days to live . .

Dr. Malach

Mike said...

Have I ever told you how much it hurts to laugh since I had my kidney removed?

No?

Well it fucking hurts.

Probably not as bad as your flaming ass though.

Meghan said...

Step 1) Grab cork
Step 2) Insert in ass

Problem solved. I'll send you the Dr.'s bill.

Janna said...

I hereby apologize for the fact that I laughed and laaaaughed at this post, thus finding extreme merriment in your misery and misfortune.
Sorry about that. I feel somewhat guilty. Sort of.

If it makes you feel any better, I almost had Diet Dr. Pepper coming out my nose.

tina said...

i hate to say it but i've been through this before as well. luckily for me i only had to endure it for one day, and didn't have to go to a doctor. a jar of jalapenos, yeah, that's a pretty good description... XP

moooooog35 said...

Blonde: call me.

Maunie: I have to tell you, you broads gotta stop playing the "well I pushed out a kid" card. It's tiring. We get it, we get it...big kid, little hole (unless you're Pam Anderson or Paris Hilton). On another note, you're correct - I'm a wicked pussy.

Tiggy: Been there, done that. Nothing like vomiting all over your penis while you're on the crapper.

Meghan: Tried it. Cork disintegrated. I want my money back.

Malach: If I only have four days to leave, I think it's time we admitted our love for each other. Thanks in advance.

Everyone else:
Well...it's BAAAAACK!! Just when I thought I'd gotten off the crapper, it pulls me back on.

That would be a good line in a movie.

HeyJoe said...

I'm telling you dude; colitis. Or maybe misery just loves company.

Miss J said...

I (temporarily) get the same effect from eating at Popeyes. I love to eat Popeyes fried chicken, but my digestive system has, uh, issues with it, resulting in nausea and sphincter-burning diarrhea that consists primarily of bright orange grease, and everything else I have ever eaten in MY ENTIRE LIFE. Never again. Yeah, right.

Titania Starlight said...

Hey Moog,

Glad you got your poop shoot straightened out. I had food poisoning once and was crapping like every 30 seconds or so it seemed. My husband had to carry me into the waiting room at the hospital but anyway, when the nurse asked if she could get a stool sample my husband laughed! I was not laughing. I understand the flaming bungholio thing.

Hey, I read your Mississippi post. Actually you are not far off about the people. I may live here but I am by no means a native. I am a hick from Pennsylvania. Unfortunately, we have no catchy jumping rope songs to spell our state. :o)~

Damn, I miss stopping by for my daily mental poop.

lindz said...

oh man, this was almost as good as kirsten let one rip!

you crap, um, crack me up!

loving the mental poo.

great shit, no, really.

BizyLizy said...

I think I'm in love. You are hilarious!

Humor is very sexy.

The poop? Not so much.

God, my sides hurt from laughing so hard - thank you dearly for that! When my shrink tells me it's okay for me to start dating again, I will seriously look you up.

Assuming you have your issues resolved, by the time I have mine resolved.

(giggle)

toywithme said...

A real solid post!

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