I hate it when your nerves get shot to hell, and you really have to poop all the time from stress. And you poop SO much that your butt starts to bleed and HURT constantly so you take some of that stuff, that anti-diahrea stuff.
And it stops you up, and stops the never-ending flow outta your butt.
And then, THEN 24 or so hours later........you pass something the size of the Hindenburg.
Which nearly makes you pass out as it exits.
I really hate that.
And Hitler. I hate Hitler too.
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Oh my god. Reading this catapulted me back to the hell I believe they call postpartum. It's bad enough that your onslaught of irrantional emotions are worthy of mention in Psychotic Weekly, but to add on an inconsolable loaf of infant and poop angst? That's just vile.
(and if I remember correctly, painful)
I'm with Jenn...very reminiscent of post-childbirth. Eeek! Feel better :)
Good lord.
So sorry.
That is pretty rough.
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