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ysobelOne reason why it is not fun being me:
When my bowels go OH HEY - SURPRISE! - THERE IS SHIT IN HERE THAT NEEDS TO COME OUT NOW OR MAYBE FIVE MINUTES AGO, I can't just run off and poop. At best, I can call someone and wait 10-30 minutes for them to be able to come help get me on the toilet, while my bowels are sitting there going REALLY NOT JOKING YOU KNOW and I get this weird uneasy toxiny feeling all over in my body and I can't concentrate for shit (pun intended) and I am just in this zone of intense almost sensory overload from inside.
(Usually I get enough 211111111111111111111111111111111111111qq2
*entry pauses for twenty minutes while I pay attention to Suri, as is only right and proper, what with her being a kitty and all*
--enough warning that I can just, y'know, poop on scheduled visits. But sometimes that's just Not Good Enough for my bowels.)
Fucker of the thing is, once I did get to the toilet, I squeezed and squoze and pushed and got every damn thing that would come out ... and my bowels went HA HA THERE IS MORE IN HERE BUT I WILL WAIT TO CATCH YOU OFF GUARD AND THEN GIVE YOU ANOTHER SURPRISE and so I still feel, well, shitty.
ETA: 6ish had to do another "er can you come now" call to the PA. It felt like ALL THE POOP IN THE WORLD, coming out. Except my bowels are still cranky so there will probably be another session later, dammit, and I still feel horrid.
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And to balance that out, one reason why it /is/ fun being me:
I am owned by a kitty of epic cuteness that will walk over my keyboard to get attention from me, and when I back up to make room for her on my lap/stomach, will promptly proceed toexfoliate properly groom my face, hand, other hand, first hand again, seatbelt, other hand again, her tail tip, both hands yet again, my wheelchair joystick (yes it was off!), and my hands again, all the while purring up a storm.
(I swear she likes licking better than she likes getting petted.)
When my bowels go OH HEY - SURPRISE! - THERE IS SHIT IN HERE THAT NEEDS TO COME OUT NOW OR MAYBE FIVE MINUTES AGO, I can't just run off and poop. At best, I can call someone and wait 10-30 minutes for them to be able to come help get me on the toilet, while my bowels are sitting there going REALLY NOT JOKING YOU KNOW and I get this weird uneasy toxiny feeling all over in my body and I can't concentrate for shit (pun intended) and I am just in this zone of intense almost sensory overload from inside.
(Usually I get enough 211111111111111111111111111111111111111qq2
*entry pauses for twenty minutes while I pay attention to Suri, as is only right and proper, what with her being a kitty and all*
--enough warning that I can just, y'know, poop on scheduled visits. But sometimes that's just Not Good Enough for my bowels.)
Fucker of the thing is, once I did get to the toilet, I squeezed and squoze and pushed and got every damn thing that would come out ... and my bowels went HA HA THERE IS MORE IN HERE BUT I WILL WAIT TO CATCH YOU OFF GUARD AND THEN GIVE YOU ANOTHER SURPRISE and so I still feel, well, shitty.
ETA: 6ish had to do another "er can you come now" call to the PA. It felt like ALL THE POOP IN THE WORLD, coming out. Except my bowels are still cranky so there will probably be another session later, dammit, and I still feel horrid.
#
And to balance that out, one reason why it /is/ fun being me:
I am owned by a kitty of epic cuteness that will walk over my keyboard to get attention from me, and when I back up to make room for her on my lap/stomach, will promptly proceed to
(I swear she likes licking better than she likes getting petted.)
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Date: 2011-03-13 11:48 pm (UTC)