8:10am March 3, 2012

I woke up feeling strange

And it’s a bad kind of strange. The kind of strange that says my intestines are not behaving and things will soon get bad if I can’t force them to do so.

I’ve been on a double dose of meds for a day and a half though. With nearly no result.

If that still hasn’t worked by midday it may be time to bring out the dreaded enema. Better that than going to the hospital and getting one of those massive enemas there, I guess.

I wish I had words for all the different gradations of weird that my body can throw at me. Because they are all very specific, but lacking words for them I can’t say a lot. And being unable to say a lot can have an awful effect on my health.

I wish I didn’t have to worry at all. But when sometimes going only three days can land me in the hospital, I have to be anal about this. No pun intended. I hope I don’t end up needing an enema, because those hurt. But blockages hurt worse.