Dear "Don't you wish you could just go potty like everyone else."
I don't know which medications you're taking, but I can tell you that narcotics can plug you up quicker than you can blink. When you finally do manage to get things going, it's like a small import is being expelling itself out of your back end. Isn't this the **** well you get the point.
How I've managed this most annoying of all things:
1: I actually replaced the toilets in my house since I was so tired of plugging up my old ones. I found the highest rating of getting the rough stuff down the potty I could. Toilet manufactures rate this with tennis balls. Mine are suppose to take 36 at a time! Nevertheless I still plug up my pot around 50% of the time. It's rough going at times. I'm quite close to my plunger these days. We're on a first name basis.
2: Think of yourself as a camel. The more fluids you keep in your body, the better odds you will in having enough librication to get the hard stuff out. It's time to start those 8 glasses of water routine up and running.
3: There is a really great product called GlycoLax that requires a prescription, but is well worth the effort. Finally something that won't cramp you or me to death, and that's easy enough on the body so you don't feel like you're going to die because of being backed up to the gills. Tasteless, this easy to use powder can be put in any kind of food or water and yet won't mess it up your food or beverage with some nasty taste or other even worse side effects most over the counter "get the poop" flowing cures always promise but that usually do cause such as bloating, cramping and sweats.
4: Try and keep your body moving. We need to keep things moving south, so we need exercise. If you're wheelchair bound like I am, this is harder, but even if you go for a whirl in a manual wheelchair, you'll find your tummy muscles have gotten a work out so everything passes along just a bit easier.
Here's hoping everything "goes" well. Bob.
After an accident in 1997 crushed the nerves in my pelvis, halfway down the calf and at the fibular head (knee), my left leg slowly started to turn color from the foot up, along with swelling and temp change. Within 2 weeks I was diagnosed with RSD. By 1999 I landed in a wheelchair and started a life taking narcotics all the time. In 2004 I got an Intrathecal morphine pump &5 years ago the RSD spread to my right leg and has done around 80% of the damage it did to my left leg in half the time. 1 1/2 years ago I went septic, and the infection did go body-wide. After 2 days in the hospital I then had a clot in my lungs. Both should have killed me, but this time I got lucky. Meanwhile I've been battling blood clots for the last 4 years. A year ago my left leg was ampuated above the knee after ging septic. Guess that about say's it all. Bob.