Today I Hate: Pain. Why? Fuck off.
Today I Love: Air conditioning. Why? Not hot.
Yesterday is a day I will write about another day but today is a day I will write about right now.
I
awoke to a Belgian draft horse leaping straight at me. Not a real one,
mind you, but the large poster of one I have hanging above my bed. A
corner of it had come loose and I am now thoroughly convinced that my
posters are in cahoots with any airflow in my room and together they are
trying to drive me insane.
I will not talk about the next couple
of hours as it pertains to yesterday which I still do not want to write
about today. Instead I will skip ahead to my early morning
constitutional. It started out fine but about three minutes into it my
bowels--having refused to empty themselves when I politely asked them to
this morning--decided that my walk was the ideal time to do so. This
isn't at all unusual; because of the stress I am under constantly when I
do something that relaxes me a little--such as going for a walk--it
relieves enough tension for my digestive system to remember what it is
it was supposed to have been doing this entire time. However, on this
particular morning since I didn't actually crap myself I continued
walking. I had not been able to leave the house at all the day before
and I was going to take advantage of this cool early morning. This walk
Meant Something To Me, goddammit, and I was going to Make It Count.
About
halfway through my walk after having traversed two mildly steep hills
my bowels decided they were very angry with me for not having listened
to them earlier. Too late too do anything practical about it (unless you
count shitting in a rich neighbor's yard to be practical) I ignored
them again. If my bowels wanted to hold it all in for days then they
could surely stand to do so a bit longer. I wouldn't normally be so
awful to my body but having been cooped up and in pain nothing was going
to stop me from getting out. I was Committed.
I kept walking.
About this time my hemorrhoids (one of the many benefits of stress and
the on-off constipation and diarrhea it causes) got extremely disgruntled and
complained:
"What? Really? You're going to make us deal with this shit?"
I
promptly told them to fuck off, deal with the hand they've been
dealt and pushed onward. Regardless of the pain I was causing myself I
had Invested Too Much in this walk and no way was I going to Give Up On
It Now.
I did, thankfully, make it back to my house without
shitting myself and so reveled in the relief of being able to crap,
something I find most people take very much for granted.
After all, It's The Little Things That Count.
(Right?)
That
said, I must now say that denying my bowel movements in the very same
way/mindset most people use to justify their abusive and
self-destructive relationships is most definitely not healthy.
My asshole deserves better than that.
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