tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Poopy Steve is finally better. He spent the better part of last week and the weekend having some sort of digestive distress. His gut would make a loud protracted groaning sound and then within a minute he�d get a stricken look on his face and scurry off to the bathroom where even our loud fart-fan (yes, that�s really a term contractors use) couldn�t mask the horrible noises and even horribbler smell � Airwick was no match for Steve�s ass. Plus since we currently have only one functioning bathroom, a couple of times I was left hopping up and down outside the bathroom door doing the I Gotta Pee dance while Steve spent his eleventy-billionth minute on the can. At first we thought he�d eaten something questionable but when it lasted five days with no abatement I shipped him off to the doctor who put him on a course of Cipro. It could be the Cipro that cured him but I think it was the threat that if the problems continued he�d be forced to bring in a stool sample to the lab that really cured him. Now, I have my own share of digestive problems, but they are as a result of the no-gallbladder thing and just something I have learned to deal with. But before I figured this out I had to take, keep and drop off a workweek�s worth of poop samples at the lab and let me tell you � this is no fun. It involves putting stretch film over the toilet bowl (difficult to dispose of if the pooping incident occurs at, say, work), a collection device that looks like a tiny spork, and cute little bio-hazard jars. Then there is the shame of handing the brown paper bag holding the five poop vials in at the lab to another person. A person whose job it is to take samples of icky bodily fluids � with a smile. That person? Does not make enough money. All that to tell me that, nope, no bad bacteria, your poop is fantastic poop. So, Steve was a little familiar with the process � enough that he might have willed away his problem so he didn�t have to spork his own excrement into a test tube. Whatever � it�s gone now � hooray! However, I did tell him that although it�s normally my job, this time he�d be cleaning the bathroom. Yesterday 3:35 p.m. - 2007-11-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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