Yes, or you could say,
“man, where’s the bathroom…i’m touchin’ cloth.”
jarbaby
OK, I am prolly the freakiest person here, because I have NO idea how often I have a BM. I think maybe once a day but I’m pretty sure there have been days when I haven’t. I can’t remember if I did yesterday or not.
I know I DO have problems having a BM when I am on my period, but that’s because I Have endometriosis.
Pets seem to have a lot of problems relating to their butts. Cats especially seem to get megacolon a lot. And you can bet that it is NOT me, the nurse, who digs the poop out with her hands. No way. I make the vets do it. There’s one vet I work with who lives for that sort of thing. Any time a pet comes in with a butt problem, Dr. B is our man. I do have to give enemas quite frequently though. ::sigh:: Just last night in fact, I had a Yorkie pup (suspected hepatic encephalopathy) that I had to give betedine retention enemas to every few hours. I love my job so much sometimes.
See what happens when you leave a perfectly innocent thread alone with the sdmb for a day and a half?
<dad>Don’t make me come back there! I’ll turn this thread around!</dad>
Way too much TMI here, but it’s about Elvis.
According to “The Death of Elvis Presley,” based on autopsy notes as well as interviews with the attendants, the King had a horribly impacted colon. Between his horrible diet and his enormous supply of pills, he was terribly, incredibly constipated.
I’d go into more detail, but I don’t have the book (or the stomach) for it, but I remember that the details were incredibly disgusting. Check it out.
“Between his horrible diet and his enormous
supply of pills”
The drugs he was taking had the side effect of constipation.
Pooping is important, that is how the body gets rid of blood waste, e.g. billirubin.
There’s also some information about Elvis over at Snopes. Conclusion: He did indeed have a lot of cloggage up in there, but it’s often exaggerated.
I’m a long-termer, I average a BM about once every three days. It depends upon my diet though, if I’ve been doing lots of beer 'n pizza then my rate climbs to every-other-day. If I’m eating healthy, once every 5 or six days. I’ve always thought that poop-rate was related to metabolism, I’m a relatively thin and athletic guy who eats like there’s no tomorrow. My intake-to-output mass-ratio is about a 100:1. I think lower-metablosim people just aren’t processing all of their food on its journey to the bowels and as a result the daily and more-than-daily poopers are only getting around a 2:1 input/output ratio.
Really, I’m quite fond of my bowel-stamina. I never need to worry about emergency sit-downs in nasty public bathrooms and I can even leave on week-long vacations knowing that I can comfortably wait until I return home to the throne I can rest in patience upon.
In a show of the kindness that is synonymous with youth, one of my brother’s friends, when they were both about 6, convinced him that scorpions can come up through the toilet… Now he’s 9 and still stands up every time he takes a shit (He’s also afraid to close the bathroom door when the bathroom light burns out, so I’ve unfortunately witnessed this first hand)…
anyway this year he went to a camp in the rocky mountains where the only bathroom was an outhouse set apart from the campground for smell/sanitary reasons… Obviously not the optimal shitting conditions for anyone, especially somebody afraid to do it in the first place…He spent 3 weeks there and both he and my other brother (12) swear to a higher power who wishes to remain anonymous that he didn’t take a shit the entire time.
These days I usually go every day or so, if I go 3 or so days without I will be sore for a couple of days afterwards. I consciously changed my diet and bathroom patterns to get the regularity I go for these days and it’s helped a lot (for a space of a couple of years when I didn’t go as often I spent a lot of time in pain and got some bad 'roids) but every now and then I will go a few days, and I get this sense of dread around the end of the second day because I know if it takes this long it will hurt when it comes out, and then I usually go 3 or so times more in the next 24 hours to catch up. I’m seeing a doctor about it today (which is scary in and of itself) but I’m sick of having a sore ass, even if it’s only once a month or so these days instead of pretty much constant.
I read somewhere (the ultimate citation, eh?) that up to 80% of the volume of your typical brown trout is composed of bacteria. This would be coliform bacteria that are normally found in the healthy human gut. (“Intestinal flora are your friends!”)
Now I can imagine that there could be a lot of variation in the growth rate and quantity of intestinal bacteria, enough variation to allow some people who consume almost no fiber to go as long as a week, or even two, between number twos. My mom appears to be one of those folks. I am not.
Last christmas I traveled from LAX to La Guardia with three dozen frozen homemade tamales in my checked luggage as a gift for the family. As it turned out, I needed them: the trip constipated me terribly. I didn’t go for almost 60 hours, starting from the night before travelling. And starting at about the 40th hour, I began consuming tamales.
For those of you unfamiliar with homemade mexican tamales, they’re not necessarily spicy, but they are filling, being mostly steamed corn masa - providing LOTS of fiber.
I’ll wrap it up by saying the following morning, when I did finally empty my bowels, it took four extended sessions – it was like that classic Circus routine where an amazing number of clowns climb out of a Volkswagon. And for the first one, I had to go out to the yard to find a stick to help persuade the resulting dirtsnake to leave the house via the appointed exit. (Damn low flush toilets!)