well, I've taken my first dose of the delicious and friendly sounding 'picolax', I shall await a torrent of liquid shit reaching my arse within the hour. Hey, I suppose it beats working, I'll be spending most of the day shitting. I may as well store a paper in there. I'm already feeling slight rumblings down in the guts. One good thing about today, my final 'meal' was a success'. Boiled eggs with soldiers (but no butter) and I used the tip of running them under the cold tap when their 3 minutes are up and, result! runny yolks! Bloody hell, I'm going to be needing a shit very soon I think, I just pray I don't shit myself today. And whatever it feels like I must remember to NOT try to squeeze a fart out at any point. I hope my sphincter has the requisite strength to make it to the shitter each time today, but I think I have an advantage over other people in the fact that I've permanently had the shits (to a greater or lesser degree) for the last 15 years and so I imagine my hoop as being like the Arnie of sphincters.
I'll just try and count down the remaining 26 hours until it's all over, god it's going to feel so good when I don't have this to worry about any more. Well, not for another 5 years, anyway. These things really play on my mind without me realising it. Saying that, I'm proper nervous now.
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