The collective conciousness or coincidence or something means that Random Chick's post for today is perfectly related to mine. "The return of Mr Poopy Pants" details the, um, joy of Mr Poopy pants having an accident.
Right about now I would be desperate to see Mr Poopy Pants have an accident here. I don't want to embarass anybody but we currently have a person in our household who has a back injury. The injury makes pooping an agonising process and we haven't actually managed to produce a poop yet!
We try. And we scream in pain. Over and over I have seen this happen the last couple of days. Over and over. It is agonising for me and my patient becomes greyer by the minute. The doctor seems unable to understand the problem, waving me away with talk of enemas and warm baths. I wonder if he would understand if he listened to the screams?
I wonder if he would understand if he was rapidly backing up with poo?
Amazng how we take the simplest things for granted, isn't it?