Isn't one of the greatest joys of recovery after a procedure when you can pOOp again?
Next time I want the 2 day block not the 6 day. :-)
For nearly all of my 60 years, I never experienced any constipation. In fact, you could pretty much set your watch by my "activities". The only problem I ever had was recovering from surgery after a burst appendix. After the 2nd day, the nurse told me I would not be allowed to go home until I had a bowel movement. Well, that's like that old psych experiment of telling someone, no matter what, don't think any thoughts of elephants. After 4 days, and a skyrocketing hospital tab, they agreed to let me go. Of course, I was in the bathroom within seconds of arriving home. And you are right, one of the greatest joys ever. I was a smoker back then, and I remember thinking this is better than a cigarette after sex
When I severed my foot I was in the hospital for 11 days. My doctor told me the same thing.
Then the nurses began bringing in popcorn.and magnesium citrate chasers. :-)
So very happy for you...for BOTH of you, sure did make me laugh.
I did a Whole30 and then went paleo with my eating. A friend wanted to know what I was doing, so I told her. She decided to do a Whole30 and after a week said to me, "When does the pooping stop!" I have quit smoking before and never had an issue, but now y'all got me worried
I wouldn't get all worn out about it. :-)
Nicotine actually helps peristalsis but if you get gas or constipation after you've quit I recommend a well marbled steak and 4 double shots of espresso.
What's up with men and their poop? For my 2 men (hubby and son), going to the bathroom is a very well choreograph event: can't be no matter where, it has to be at home, they have to make sure no one else needs that bathroom for a while, then when they get out, they look really happy When my son was about 6 years old we went camping, very nice facilities, we had to go home after 3 days because he wouldn't go, not in the public bathroom (even if the only person around was me or his dad guarding the door), not in the woods, we just had to go home because he did not want to eat anymore, so he won't need to go...
I can identify with poopacy. That's why it's called a throne. :-)
call me poo-pappy or call me crazy.
I won't call you neither one, I just call you funny!
hahahahahaha, I was laughing so hard ( cause I can relate with my own hubby and sons...) that the water I was drinking went up my nose....hahahahaha
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