Nice imagery, PD. At least it was an Instamatic, and not a Polariod Land Camera, one of the early "pop up" varieties. Can you imagine losing one of those flash cube bars up your butt?
So, the storm finally arrived at about 8:30. Big deal. Sure, I pissed out my ass three or four times before I went to bed, and then maybe a couple of times afterwards. There was no cramping. The only disturbing part was the brown spray.
I had to take another dose of that stuff this morning. Today it tasted worse, but I still managed to get it down. Seemed to work faster too. I took the first dose at 8:30 and was spray painting the toilet by 10:30.
I will say that this has made me cranky. The normal stuff -- the little, everyday insults -- are really pissing me off. The only part of the procedure about which I'm anxious, is just getting it over with so that I can get back to my life instead of just sitting around waiting to take another dump. The fact that I haven't eaten since Sunday night isn't helping matters any. And we're all trapped inside because it's colder than a witch's tit outside. And, on top of that, the friggin' moving van for the neighbor two doors down is blocking my driveway. I'm half tempted to go out there the next time I have to piss out of my ass and make that moving van look more like a UPS truck.
I came. I saw. I farted.