Not someone, some thing. I took a shit just this morning, in a bag, from my neighbor’s lawn, to the trashcan. Once the pooch was done leaving it, he wanted to continue the walk & was tugging on leash as I tried to clean it up.
Oh, you meant humans?
[Litella] Nevermind [/Litella]
3 days, what ud expect - sick, no appetite, backed up by meds, etc. Then there was the day of the colonoscopy, & day of camera pill - since the pre-procedure diet was clear liquid, that’s all that came out day before and of. I was worried about my system being ‘tricked’ & not resetting to normal, but it always does. Typical day is once in the morning and once late afternoon.
Side note - after 1 particular pig-fest (bbq - gr8 food, stuffed myself), I took a shit the next morning SO BIG, that not only did it take repeated flushings for the toilet to swallow (including squirting in dishwashing liquid), my pants also fit better after. 
1 week on a drip in hospital.
I once fasted for a week, so expected not to poo then either, but did a few tiny squirts throughout the week. Presume it was dead blood cells and the like.
(TMI spoilers aren’t necessary in a thread about constipation, I’m guessing?)
Eldest Boy is a wonderful and charming and brilliant young man. So brilliant, in fact, that he needed extra storage space for all of that gray matter! First child, natural childbirth, and a kid with a noggin the size of a basketball, plus my subsequent unwillingness to push, ever again, created a perfect (shit)storm of constipation. About 5 days after giving birth, I finally was able to go. It was horrible.
I guess I don’t understand, what does boot camp do to you?
Probably over a week and a half. During a time of high stress when I didn’t eat a whole lot.
Apparently they scare the shit out of you in the first hour and it takes a week or so to recover.
In all seriousness, it’s the change in schedule, increased stress, and a fairly dramatic change in diet. None of these is conducive to healthy bowels until week 2, when you’re more used to it.
Three and a half days - Monday thru Thursday morning. We were on vacation, and the change in diet and schedule had me backed up.
Thursday was epic, though.
Regards,
Shodan
It’s not that they didn’t want you to ever shit: that could cause administrative complications. “Drink plenty of water, or we’ll haul you into sick bay and cut you open from your breastbone down to your crank and take out that impacted turd!”
But it was fun to screw with the guys who’d started boot camp a few weeks after you had:
“How long has it been since you’ve taken a shit?”
“Not since I got here three days ago.”
“Oh no! If you don’t take a shit in five days you’ll die!”
A week. My eating disorder was at my worst and I was barely eating anything. When it finally happened, it was a very small amount but I wasn’t stopped up or anything. Just a normal, tiny little poo.
I used to regularly go a week between bowel movements. It was poor diet coupled with very little physical activity.
Maybe 3 days - after surgery a couple of years back. During those 3 days I was aggressive ingesting high-fiber cereal, dried fruit, and Fibercon, but was also taking narcotics and of course it was abdominal surgery (gallbladder) so my poor bowels didn’t know WHAT they were supposed to do.
Similarly after childbirth, though for that (the first time around) I had the added benefit (?) of having a fair bit of damage done “there” during the delivery (3rd degree tear). To the point where I literally couldn’t sit upright for 2 weeks. So even the attempt was… painful. I resorted, at one point, to basically lying on the bathroom floor and attempting to do the deed that way.
8 or 9 days. I have IBS with constipation primary so it’s not unusual for it to be 3-5 days anyway.
Four days (times two). We were doing an eight-day rafting trip down the Colorado River though the Grand Canyon. If you had to take a leak, you just went in the river – otherwise, you went to…the box.
See, you can’t leave anything behind in the Canyon. Nothing. So they had a good-sized ammunition box fitted with a toilet seat on top. When you needed to go, you went into the box, right on top over everyone else’s leftovers.
It wasn’t a conscious effort not to go…apparently my brain and colon just reached an agreement where they weren’t going to give each other any trouble, so I had no urge to go during that time. At the halfway point of the trip, they stored away the full box and set up a fresh, clean, empty one. I volunteered to scout out a good spot to set it up, and used it for my one and only poop that whole trip.
Bristol Stool Scale…band name.
It was four or five days. I was staying with my aunts, and I was severely constipated. It was awful, and I never want that to happen again. I used to wonder why THEY were always constipated; now I know - it must be what they eat. They must not be eating the right things, or missing something, because I NEVER have constipation at home. Is it because of not enough water? I don’t know, but when I finally did go poo…let’s just say it was rather painful.
I still feel wary when I think about staying with my aunts again for a week. GAH!
Maybe 5 days. It was so bad that I took time off from work. And I was throwing up plenty too.
That happened several times in the past couple of years.
I don’t think I’ve ever gone more than 36 hours without making a deposit to the porcelain bank.