After not writing anything for Thursday, I felt bad for the readers. And, though I have perfectly good reason to not write anything tonight, I am trudging ahead so as not to leave you hanging through the weekend.
The reason for the trudging? I am a nice guy.
Let me start this with a question: Have you ever had liquid shoot violently out of your ass?
Maybe you’re lucky. Maybe you haven’t.
I hadn’t, at least until I woke up on Thursday morning.
That happened about five more times over the course of the day. I’m still not going to bed for another few hours after I write, so we may have one more completely liquid form of diarrhea happening on this beautiful winter day.
Funny thing was, I was feeling kind of backed up on Tuesday and Wednesday. I guess I somehow prayed to the patron saint of loose stool, because the rains poured down from the heavens all day on Thursday. Like fucking manna.
So as you might figure, I am not at 100 percent right now, nor do I know what caused the illness. Could be something I ate, could be my roommate, who had the flu earlier this week (however, I am reporting only minor and fleeting flu symptoms). It seems I can keep solid food in ok (not that I ate much of it on Thursday), but liquids come out both holes. So maybe I should be worried about that, eh? Is there a doctor in the house?
I would apologize for my graphic descriptions of my diarrhea, but I think we’re all mature enough to handle it.
As for the diet, I took Wednesday night off of the blog to sort of clear my head, and go about this with one night of not worrying what to write about, or how good my writing will be. I was also kind of embarrassed. Even after a sub-1,700 calorie day on Tuesday, I gained two pounds. I was getting kind of pissed off about that. I still am not sure what it was, but it might have been the backed up feeling I alluded to earlier. Let’s just say I felt heavy.