This Post Is Brought To You By The Letters T M I

As in, no really, this one will be too much information.

You’d think that my personal filter would be like, “Dude, it’s TMI don’t post it.”  but by now we all know how that works, or doesn’t work, with me.  So my filter?  Pretty much telling me I posted that warning, and then we’re cool.

So, there was one thing I was not adequately warned about before surgery.  The first post surgery poop.  I was warned at the hospital, after surgery.  Which was fine.  But even that was along the lines of a let them know if I had trouble pooping.

See, that’s basically the same warning you get after childbirth.  And as such, I spent months dreading my first post Sammy poop.  Just to shit 3 times within the first 24 hours of giving birth.  Like it was nothing.  Because, it was nothing.

So I’ve come to take the warnings about constipation with a grain of salt.

I also knew I had ice cream and plenty of Miralax at my disposal.  So I figured I was fine.

I wasn’t.

Yesterday we my first official post surgery poop and oh dead God.  I passed a basketball.  It needed help getting out.  I’ll spare the details. (Oh hey look!  My filter!  Everybody wave!)

Today?  Was a softball.  It came out only slightly easier.

But then?  After that?  Suddenly like magic…

I’m telling you I went from being curled up into a ball of death to finally seeing the light at the end of this recovery tunnel.  Folks, I might just survive this!

It’s amazing what losing 8 pounds in shit will do for you.

7 thoughts on “This Post Is Brought To You By The Letters T M I

  1. As someone who occasionally has problems making poop, I understand. When it finally happens, it's a bitch but it's a relief. Woohoo!

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