A musical interlude

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Sometimes, when warm water and rocking aren't enough, and I'm curled up in a ball because something wants to come out of one end or the other and I wish it would make its mind up and get a move on, I sing myself a little song.

I sing, Poo, poo, my world is poo ...

Or, Daddy's taking us for a poo tomorrow, poo tomorrow, poo tomorrow ...

I got the sun in the morning and the poo at night ...

Or, of course, My grandma and your grandma/(I poo, I poo all day).

I can't say it helps, exactly, but it passes the time. Passing a motion would be better, but you can't have it all.

 

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Oh, Hilary, my chemo drugs gave you diarrhoea and quite a few do so you might be lucky and that one rather than the bunged up one and then we really can compare notes... you know me.. poo obsession or what.. talk away!

    Little My xxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Gosh I wonder if I would have preferred the bunged up botty? Radio and Chemo together, all targetted into the place the sun don't shine, equalled diarrhoea for me. My issue was that as soon as I had the "feeling" I had to get to the toilet quick. One day I crawled upstairs as fast as I could (not very fast as had sunburn bum) and was really thinking I'm not going to make it. I got to the bathroom and in my haste to undo the laces on my jogging bottoms made a knot, aaarghh! These joggers would not go over my arse so I had to undo the knot whilst in a state of complete panic. I just managed to release the knot drop the joggers as "Elvis left the building".

    After that fruit and veg were off the menu!

    Tim x

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hi Hilary,

    Poo is a talking point of mine with my sister-in-law ...and Im well!!

    Couldnt help but laugh at your songs:):) and sympathise with the constipation...

    (((((((((((((((((xxx)))))))))))))