Following yesterday's limited output, this morning's dump led me to think that constipation is close at hand. But the subsequent delivery an hour later proved otherwise.
Had to attend an event this morning so tried to force the issue before breakfast and this was the result. Not a bad combination of normal stools with fluffy pieces towards the end.
With yesterday's rushed delivery, I foresaw that there will be more shit today and my gut feel (if you pardon the expression) was correct. The result: two dumps in a short span of 15 minutes.
This morning's dump was delivered in a hurry. As you can imagine, the output wasn't spectacular. Initially, I thought there would be unfinished business, but the digestive system held firm.
... since I last had two dumps in a day within the span of an hour. Must have been the accumulated shit arriving late. No wonder, the first dump was pretty hard stuff:
Another Saturday went by without a dump. That's the third consecutive non-delivery Saturday. Still, the accumulated shit this morning didn't amount to much.
How do you deal with pre-existing residues? Continue your delivery? Or flush away the debris first? The toilet papers were already there when I took these two dumps. The first delivery went under and was partially concealed, but the piece of shit in the second dump landed on the side of the toilet bowl and clung on with its stickiness.
Seemed like everything that has been trapped inside my system was released in one huge delivery this morning. Incidentally, the shape of this dump looks remarkably like a baseball glove. Or perhaps an Auntie Anne's pretzel?
You may wonder about the lack of dumps every Sunday. No, it's not a question of faith. (Like Confucius says, "If shit has to happen, let it happen PROPERLY.") Usually, I make it out early on Sundays, so sometimes there isn't ample time to do it properly.
This past weekend, it was due to flu and fever which, had it dragged until tomorrow, would have been the longest spell of non-delivery. As it is, the dump came late in the evening. The little piece of toilet paper was for the running nose.
The daily show of fresh dumps was almost interrupted for two consecutive days until I forced a toilet break around noon. The outcome was not pretty, but at least it was not a mess.