That is going to be the new name for my blog. Seriously. Remember I said yesterday that I got a migraine from pooping? It was finally (mostly) resolved yesterday. And then this morning happened.
45 minutes of yelling, sweating, crying, pleading, grunting fun. It took me THAT LONG to get enough out of my system to allow me to walk upright again. I am waiting for a call back to let me know if I can use a stool softener. Because this is INSANE.
And TMI. I know that. But seriously? I have always been regular. Really regular. 2-3 times a day regular. Oh, body, the things you are doing to me are simply amazing. I was on the verge of begging Hubby for an enema. I'm serious. Frighteningly serious. I thought, "At least it will get the beast OUT OF ME!!!"
I have described migraines as having a gremlin or 2 inside my head/upper back, trying to claw its way out. Not the cute fuzzy Gizmo type of gremlin. The fed-after-midnight type. All claws and fangs. Well, now there is also one living in my intestines and colon.
Gremlins, please go away. A little bit. Please....