Yep. In fact, that’s where I’m headed now.
For me it was day 3 of week 5. So, that’s 30 days give or take.
I had no urge to shit for that entire time. And when I did, it wasn’t like there was an excess built up or anything. I actually strained quite abit for a few measley turds. Normal once a day poo didn’t start again until the second week of tech school.
For some reason the combination of being on antibiotics for an ingrown toenail and going to Mexico was… very bad. Very, very bad.
Really? Always? I once left a shit in the middle of a living room floor at a house party.
They called me a party pooper.
So… in your case, 10 seconds? ;).
(of course, those 10 seconds probably felt like an eternity :p).
I don’t remember how many days, but I remember when I was very little I decided that poopin’ was gross and I wasn’t gonna do it anymore.
Cue me lying on my side holding my dad’s hand while the doctor sticks a latex-gloved finger up my behind and declares that my bowel was “…hard as the Rock of Gibraltar.” (Me, later, “Daddy, what’s the Rock of Gibraltar?”)
Next memory is of my mom and I in our bathroom. She’s holding an enema bottle and I’m crying and screaming about not wanting that thing shoved up my ass:
Mom: “Juicy, I’m a NURSE. I am a trained professional in administering these things. You can either have me do it in the comfort of your own bathroom, or we can go to the hospital and some total stranger nurse can do it.”
Me: sniff lip quiver “You can do it.”
One week cause I refused to use the outhouse at Cub Scout camp.
What happens if you feel the need to take a dumper while at some place like the rifle range?
Wouldn’t that compensate for the recoil from the rifle? Sounds like a useful adaptation, actually :p.
More like ten days! It was awful! And NOT what I expected from Mexico!
10 days between poops? with antibiotics and Montezuma’s Revenge on board??? or did you have some kind of odd opposite effect?
See, not everybody in Mexico picks up a tiny little pet. Evidently I missed my daily recommended allowance of bacteria and such.
I go a week routinely, every day or every other day would be weird for me.
:eek:
Man, I go at least twice, sometimes three times a day! Hell, sometimes twice before I leave for work in the morning!
Yup. I went two weeks even.
Either control-z or Leaffan needs more fiber. Not sure which one.
Normally, every morning, within a 1/2 hour of waking up.
If I’m dehydrated, every 2 to 3 days, and that is TORTURE.
Road trip or at camp when I was kid, NEVER. I need a familiar toilet.
After a bit of a stomach bug, 2-5 days for everything to refill.
why I find corn to be such a fantastic time measuring device. I like to
see it again, for the second time in 12-36 hours.
Somewhere between 3-4 weeks.
It finally took magnesium citrate to, er, shift things.
3 weeks was the worst - I was in agony combined with being completely out of my head. A the time I was in the locked section of a psych ward and thought the staff trying to give me an enema were monsters trying to kill me ~ shudder ~
The latest was during a hospital admit for medication change - a lovely drug called Epilim. 10 days graduating from one intervention to the next powerful one. When I finally went I think I got a glimpse of what childbirth is like. I named my poo baby George before I flushed.
I think, 9 days? Post C-section. Something about that particular surgery makes your bowels not want to “wake up”, and my abdomen was all distended and I felt terrible. Also, getting the “bikini incision” seems to leave you with almost no abdominal muscle tone whatsoever. It’s really hard to bear down, even if you DO feel like it’s time for a poop. Daily doses of prune juice, a stool softener, and gallons of water did not help. At least not immediately.
TMI Time!
After 9 or 10 days of this torture, and after dozens of attempts, I finally managed to “get the train moving down the tracks” and it just kept going. And going. And going. It filled up the entire toilet. The stool must have been at least 2 feet long. It was exactly the size and shape you’d expect someone’s lower intestine to look like. Most of the food had apparently not been digested very well. It was literally a visual history of everything I’d eaten in about two weeks. The smell was so, so bad. And oh, did I feel ever so much better afterwards.
I breathed the biggest, happiest sigh of contentment, ever. Post-partum depression seemed to begin lifting away almost immediately. Who knew that one poop could make your whole LIFE seem better?
