Beware - this involved poop. Yep, dookie.
I went to my regular doctor yesterday about my pooping issues - or lack there of. I'm not going to go into detail on the internet - besides, I already talked to the parents about it today. *lol*
But since having the lapband done a year+ ago, my stomach issues have gone from already bad, to really, really painfully worse.
So, my adorably cute doctor (seriously, out of 3 PCM's, 2 of mine have turned out to be freakin' adorable! And lets not even get started on how freakin' awesomely funny my OB/GYN's have been - how many do you know would ask if the whoo-whoo ring I got hurt?! Awesome doctors.) gave me a RX for Colace - which I was able to get over the counter.
He's got me on one pill, twice a day - and since you've not scared me, Mom, about how much I'm goig to be the queen of the thrown, I can't stop them. Oh, add in the Benafyber chewables I have to eat twice a day.
Fun, fun, potty fun!
I'm also going to get a colonoscopy done sometime soon. (Dad, if I can go through this violation, you can too! Now take your butt to the doctor!) I'm terrified knowing that they'll be taking a tour of my colon via a camera - and come on, the idea of having a tube ran up your butt isn't appealing to anyone really. But, it's gotta be done to make sure everything is A-Ok.
Rich will obviously be my person there to take me an dpick me up since I'll be sedated - who else would? That'd be a funny phone call to someone though.
So, send a prayer upstairs that there isn't anything hunkering down in there, and it's just irritable bowel syndrome.
Ok, I just want to say 'poop' one more time... and dookie.