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| hello again, sorry about yesterday, I just got myself a wee bit down, when you have so many things to deal with it can just sink you sometimes, even though I've generally had good news of late. I've just felt so...weak. I suppose it's a consequence of being housebound for so many days. I haven't moved much and obviously I had hospital before so my muscles will have weakened which will make me feel weak. You just wonder where you are going, what's happening to you and why. This is my adventure through life, it's not anyone else, it's me, I'm meant to go on and live to a ripe old age reading my books and loving the countryside. I don't desire to be famous, rich, or even remembered, I just desire a peaceful life. But then this hits. At 29 years old, it throws the plan out of the window. Anyway, I had a reasonable night, I thought I might sleep through as I did about 5 shits in the evening but that sadly was not the case. I got up at 4 for the third time and thought there couldn't be anything more in there. By god I was wrong. It started and out poured a dose of semi-liquid shit. I thought that might be it but then a rumble came and it was like star trek 'brace for impact!' when they are waiting for a torpedo to hit and are holding on to chairs. Aaaahhhhhhhhhh, I had no control it just ran and ran. I got a breather and was preparing to finish off when 'incoming!', another massive unleashing. I felt physically drained. It wasn't too painful but I wiped my arse and popped a germaloids wipe up there and just stood, feet slightly apart with my hands on the wall. Christ what a battle, in the pan was a mound of shite so large you could have had an iron age burial inside inside it. I felt strangely proud Fuck it, I didn't feel strangely proud I just felt damn proud, what an achievement. Surprisingly the toilet coped in one flush and I cowboy walked back to bed and just lay there drawing breath. I woke the missus up and told her, I was that proud. phew. Got up a couple of hours later and had a rather pathetic poo which burned like a motherfucker. What a cunt. We popped in to Bromley today, good to get out in the air and get the legs pumping again, it was actually hard work but that isn't surprising considering I haven't really moved anywhere for a week. Fuc, the bowels are rumbling again, plllleeeeaaaasssseeee let it be ok. I'll tell the missus to prep the peas. Back soon. wasn't too bad, not too bad. Anyway, yes, quick potter round bromley. The odd anti drugs jive band were out. God jive music is shit. They have a huge banner saying 'say no drugs, say yes to life!', they are always at it. Given the choice between drugs and jive, pass the crack. oof, little burning aftershock there. I think I need to go and watch the fantastically odd 'food poker' with the very annoying presenter. It really is fucking nothing to do with poker but I'm addicted. see ya. | ||
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| Those anti-drug jive-ists are Scientologists - if it's the same mob - do they wear Yellow suits and the singer looks a bit like Patrick Bergkamp? | |||
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