I was born to a family all of whom suffered from IBS, so when I was diagnosed with chronic constipation, you can imagine the shock. I've gone long periods of time without producing a poop, had some interesting experiences with laxatives, and suffered from an exploding anus. I've had my fair share of shitty luck, and am sure there is more to come. I wake up every morning, looking forward to the day's poop (or lack there of) , and embrace whatever may or may not come.
I love reading backs of shampoo bottles while pooping.
