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Full of It!

Rough couple of days, physically. I've been bound-up tight!! You probably know exactly what I mean. If you are squeamish, close this page now.  I've been telling my nurses and patient care technicians for about a week that I am constipated. Man, I've been suffering!

Due to the ALS, my abdominal muscles are shot (ineffective). Peristalsis works as I feel feces travel down my large intestine to my rectum.  I get the urge to excrete and normally, I can go though impediments, such as sitting upright can block. Sometimes, excreta just travels through the point of least resistance. Unfortunately, that means forward into my vulva area. That feels absolutely disgusting.

Anyway, the situation became critical when my body went haywire trying to expel "the mass". Every time my body went haywire, a horrendous spasm wracked my bowel so painfully my legs would straighten, tremor, and cramp. After three days of this intermittent agony, I finally got the right combination of laxatives and stool softeners and "had a baby", so to speak. Oh, what a relief, it is!

There it is there. The unvarnished truth, that you never wanted to know.

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