Pleased

Why not start this entry talking about constipation? I have been suffering with it for quite some time now and my doctor finally gave me some medication for it. I’ve taken a lot of pills in my life for various things, but I admit I am most embarrassed to right now have a bottle in my medicine cabinet labeled “stool softener.”

The medicine has improved my situation, but not completely fixed it. It’s a frustrating condition and particularly humiliating when I go to the restroom and disappear in there 30 minutes or longer. And sometimes after all that time I have nothing to show for it.

It’s started to become a joke at home that when I head to the bathroom, it will be a while before anyone sees me again. On New Year’s Eve, Cindy and I went to see a movie during the day and as we were leaving I told her I needed to step into the ladies room. 40 minutes later she texted me saying she was really bored and was going to leave without me.

I feel bad. But it’s hard to stop once I’ve started. Once I think there has been some progress, I have to stay with it. I’m trying to not speak too graphically about my poop.

My one-year-later appointment with my surgeon is coming up and we’ll have to discuss this. She sent me some information in the mail about things we should follow up on, and I don’t think any of them really apply to me. The first thing on the list was breast augmentation. Definitely not something I need.

I’m actually very pleased with my body. In fact, after years of working on growing out my hair, I just last week cut a few inches off it for the first time.