Wednesday, May 1

A BASKIN ROBBINS SUMMER (Part V of ? Please read from Part 1, below)
!!!!! WARNING!!!! The following two or three posts may be too graphic for young readers !!!!!!

Sometime during the night, a bigger problem reared its ugly head. A large mass in my bowels was demanding release. I remembered the difficult experience earlier in the day, and my cowardliness came back, triumphantly reconquering lost ground. I resolved to hold it for the two days I needed to stay at my uncle’s place. Two days? I have done that before, and for the nice, modern throne that awaited me after two days, I could wait.

I enjoyed my time with my grandmother. It was sorrowful, but I was glad I had visited. But after two days, I was ready to go. My grandmother, it turned out, was not.

Just stay a little longer, my aunt said. She really enjoys your company, and she has been more active and lively spending time with you than she has in months. There was no way I could say no to that. How could I refuse? And so I stayed.

How much was a little longer? I had no idea, but clung to that promise, “just a little longer.” As each day passed, I grew more and more worried. As I said, I was determined to wait until I was back in a city before taking a dump. I slowly began to lose my appetite, eating less and less each day. By the end of the 6th day, I could not and did not eat any more. My entire abdomen felt full, and something would push into my esophagus when I made a sharp movement. I constantly passed gas, to my great relief, because it relieved the tremendous pressure in my abdomen. During the fifth and sixth days, I became quite the expert at relaxation and meditation to take my mind off defecation.


yakob at 9:09 AM

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