Yeah, cause I would have definitely fucking left it in the toilet and let the smell sink into the wallpaper. The top floor of my house was uninhabitable for the next 30 minutes, it was fucking horrid. The thought of doing that never once crossed my mind, the only thing I could think of was how it felt like I was shitting out a naval sub.
Storytime since I feel rather clean and empty and the stinging has slightly subsided....
So. I didn't eat too much yesterday. Naturally, I was starving today. So I ate a good bit of food. Breakfast and lunch were a bit bigger than normal and I had an after school snack of equal proportions. I'm a growing boy, what can I say
So late late this afternoon before dinner my mom comes up to my room and tells me I should take the laxatives soon, yeah.
So I mixed them into a glass of orange juice. There is a measuring spoon, 1 spoonful is the dosage. Since it read "stool softener", and I couldn't walk straight, I put a little bit more than that in. Like 1.5 .
uhm
So within minutes I can feel P-Day preparations beginning. My stomach was churning like washing machine, and I swear, I could feel shit moving around down there. It was weird.
I go upstairs to the bathroom where the original incident happened, sat down (after I checked for chemicals), and waited.
As soon as I pulled my phone out, I felt the urge to fart. From what I have read, this is where it all starts. So I give it a little push, and WHOOSH the fucking floodgates of hell's sewers break open. Imagine that basement faucet the width of a quarter that has endless pressure being turned on at full blast.
Shit was splashing everywhere. My ass, the toilet, the floor around it, even on the wall a foot away. Only because I leaned forwards to try to stay dry.
Did I mention the pain? Oh god, it was mindblowing. I cannot think of a metaphor to describe it, which is a first for me. Normally can pull that one pretty easily, yeah no. My corroded asshole was begging for mercy, but the floods kept coming
and coming
and coming
I had to flush at least 3 times because I was afraid of the toilet overflowing. I guess I was a little too hydrated.
My mom came up to check on me, since I was kicking the walls and thumping around, she almost threw up and ran back downstairs.
Eventually, the rush turned to a stream, the stream to an intermittant flow, and the flow to a trickle. Wiping was unheard of, I just got in the shower....
...which wasn't smart because the heated, humid air made the smell unbearable. Especially since my bathroom is like ten feet long by 7 feet wide.
I'll cut the rest out and leave you with this little tidbit:
Don't exceed the recommended dose.
I cant believe i typed all of this up for you guys, i'm still on my stomach watching tv.