I had some mild laxative laying around from some heavy obstruction cause by the first stage of quitting with smoking. My pharmacist advised to take two back then, and my problem was solved; I could poop again yay! (without nicotine my butt started acting really weird at first..) The remaining 98 pills in the shape of little drops where saved "for future emergencies".

The night before, I've taken that laxative again after some discussing with myself; cause I felt bloated and wanted the easy way out. I thought "let's flush everything, and feel nicely empty" and flushing it would indeed. A recommended dose did what the instructions promised, and off I was going on with my happy life. I woke up and had a nice toilet-session, and it felt good. Disappointment on the amount though, but it was good enough.

As it became noon, I started to get cranky, tired, and feeling kind of sick after eating my delicious spaghetti; "I didn't have too much sleep lately", I thought, so I ignored it and went on thinking a night's sleep would be the perfect remedy. Not much later I found myself burping, but with this foul taste, vaguely remembering this way of burping in the past but being unable to categorize the taste; Nothing with this taste has entered my mouth ever. Again I ignored it thinking it would pass somewhere during the day. I could've known better...

As the day progressed, around the 4th session I noticed undigested carrots I nibbled earlier, that was the last solid material to leave my butt. I'm not sure if there ever will be something solid pushed out of my butt. (Without manually putting it there, which I don't really intend to.) But I'm being dramatic right now. From then on, it became a desperate fight between my anus and internal flooding; the Hoover dam is nothing compared to my ass! (I'm actually really skinny) Around 10PM I couldn't take much more and tried to get some sleep, feeling sick, tired, bitchy, lonely, and a bit horny. "But it should remedy most of those", I concluded.

Once I lied down, my intestines revenged on me, the spaghetti having a wild party in my tummy it seemed; for the so many-th time that day I rushed to the toilet to "pee out of my butt". Not to mention my anus hurting seriously by now. Each rumbling watery sound of my intestines my anus screamed in fear, and so did I. The problem was, that my stomach didn't really like the spaghetti earlier either, so whenever I tried to put some force on my lower intestines on a man-O-toilet fight, the sicker I felt. It was a serious battle; Or a squeeze out as much I can, while trying not to puke, or we divide the sessions into several one's to get out the most emergent stream. At cost of my anus.

A few times of running on and off resulted in this very acid -alike feces -I could identify some spaghetti sauce by now- which caused me even more agony, the smell was too aggressive to endure. But, the small room being the only place to empty myself, I had no choice. Around 5am I woke up again, being extremely sick; I walked to the toilet and the acid odor hanging around made me puke, so violently my ribs hurted... actually everything hurt which was reacting to get my bodily produced acids out of my system. Great! Now I'm leaking both sides; entrance and exit.

After my stomach emptied itself I stood there, over a toilet with a contents able to dissolve a human person (or parts of a human) wondering wherever it would be safe to go back or wait for a new load from my stomach. (And have a slight relive, tummy-wise.) Naturally, the nether department was already announcing another fluid delivery. After two or three "eehhhhhh.. .. burp" tries --

Allow me to explain this more clearly; you're in agony but think pushing it a bit will eventually cause your stomach to subtract and push out the substances causing the sickness; you bend partially over the toilet being tired of the last load and get irritated by the smell. You think the next flood is about to come so you prepare to allow it through by opening your mouth to end up with a disappointing 'eehhhh'-noise. Some juices inside seem to stimulate something and you cheer "it's on it's way now", to result in the same 'eehhhh' sensation.

-- while bent over this white -or not so white anymore- oval battle field, two other loads were orally excreted, and I felt it had been enough; it wasn't funny anymore.

My throat hurt, my ribs hurt, my anus hurt, and my bathroom smelled like some chemical lab exploded. (Actually... a few did.) I drank some water in fear it being forced out again too, but I went ahead with it to flush the acid taste thinking I've lost more fluids today then which could possibly healthy. One moment I was -- not sure I was dreaming or awake -- saying goodbye to the one's I love, in agony. Definitely worst night ever.

Woke up feeling unstable, puking in the office I was awaited or defecating while walking towards the office would so much suck! Being fecally traumatized and insecure I emailed my sister to tell her I wouldn't be joining them tomorrow to my grandparents, for I wouldn't be able to be toiletless during the relative long drive. Of course I worded it different. Still I have 96 of those pills in the shape of a drop left, but I shiver in fear thinking about them, spaghetti too shall be avoided for the first couple of days.

-- BelgianPooper