So I rush through work Friday evening, drive 50 minutes through heavy traffic across town to meet my fiance, leave my car at his work and we head over to Knoxville on a 3.5 hour car ride. We stop on the way and I throw caution to the wind and have a fried chicken sandwich (w/ mayo) and a LOADED baked potato from Arby's. When we get to Stuart's mother's house, I have a couple of sugar-free blueberry muffins. I do not take my usual 2nd dose of medicine that night.
Next morning I have a piece of toast with butter, a couple of scrambled eggs and a half a piece of spicy sausage. I do take my morning dose of medicine. Then we go about 30 minutes up the road to a historical site (read: field) where they are rebuilding an 18th century fortification. (They do at least have a porta-potty there.) At lunch I have bratwurst and onions and potatoes cooked in whole milk. Multiple helpings of that (I was in my can't-get-full mode). Then I had a brownie and a few cookies later. Oh, and I also had a sandwich with whole wheat bread, mayo, pepperoni, ham, and salami with a few torilla chips.
Supper was more of the bratwurst stuff along with a half-bag of popcorn for an appetizer and a couple more brownies. I have a diet Sierra Mist to drink at one point (no caffeine). I think I do take my second dose of medicine just to be safe.
Sunday morning's breakfast was two eggs, two muffins, three or four pieces of real, pan-fried bacon and a whole piece of spicy sausage. I take my first dose of medicine. I have another Sierra Mist.
Sunday's lunch consisted of CiCi's Pizza, with 6 small pieces of cheesy breadsticks with spaghetti sauce, three or four slices of pepperoni pizza and a couple of brownies. Then we take the really, really scenic drive home.
Supper is another Italian sandwhich (see Saturday). I don't take my second dose of medicine.
Guess what? I'm not dead yet. My intestinal tract has behaved itself like... well, a normal intestinal tract. My theory? Banana chips. I ate my way through a small bag of them over four days last week and had gotten almost constipated (stools were small, hard and a just little bit hard to pass). So I backed off my second dose of medicine, to little effect. So I had the Arby's and lived. I just kept on eating and kept on living, despite having not had any banana chips now since Thursday. Hopefully I will keep on living today too. I guess when I go back to having soft, more frequent stools, I'll get me some more banana chips.