Warning: if my last topic about
constipation was TMI, then this one will be even more so ¬_¬
a week of constipation, where I had barely been able to go to the toilet, I felt in dire need of a decent bowel movement. Unfortunately there was little sign of one coming. I had extremely few urges to go and when one did arrive, it would quickly disappear and be replaced by a horrible feeling in my rectum of something large and painful that would not willingly be pushed out.
For lack of any other ideas, I decided to try the laxative route: stimulant laxatives first of all, then a glycerol suppository if that didn't work. So around 3pm I took 3 Ducolax. It took about
12 hours for them to kick in...
And it was not good -_-
Luckily for you, I'm actually too traumatised and tired to give a step-by-account of the next hour or so, but suffice to say it was bad. It involved an overwhelming urge to go coupled with the terror of the stool getting stuck if I tried to force it out, immense discomfort and uncontrollable shivers, even though I wasn't cold and didn't have a temperature, and mucho groaning and sobbing (which means it's bad; usually only partial obstructions bring me to that point). And the worst thing of all was I didn't even go. I was beyond tired at that point and just could not face taking a suppository and riding out a very painful 15-30 minutes or so. (Plus I was in a state of panic, so I was scared it would go wrong and end up even worse somehow.)
I went to bed. I expected to get no sleep, but after a dark night of the soul which lasted for around an hour, I did drift off and get a few hours. Woke up at around 10am and went to the bathroom. Had a godawful 10 minutes for so, but this time I went... The funny thing was, there was a lot
of stool but none of it was rock hard. Most of it wasn't even solid. (Though ironically enough, the one solid part there was would have scored a perfect Type 4 on the Bristol Stool Chart
. Beautiful <_<.) The majority was unformed and like sticky clay in texture. Don't really get why it would be so resistant to coming out, despite ridiculously strong urges...
Anyway, the whole experience scared me enough to go straight onto a full liquid diet. Haven't even had any soup today, let alone solid food. Also drove into town to pick up some Movicol (the UK equivalent of Miralax), which I've not tried before, and another packet of glycerol suppositories for emergencies. (Which hopefully I will never need to use.) I'm gonna take some Movicol tonight.
I also think I might have had a slight obstruction thing going on on top of the constipation, 'cos today my intestines have returned to rumbling like nobody's business and the pressure and occasional pain in the lower right has returned. They were obviously still dealing with food from the previous few days rather than today.
So there you have it. Lovely! :-/