Dulcolax suppositories - works in half an hour x
work of the actual devil the smell alone makes me gag.Good old fashioned Senokot - take 2 and let it work it’s magic
Just don’t do what I did and think “I’m FAR more bunged up than anyone else has EVER been/it’s been an hour and nothing has happened, I’ll take some more. And then fill yourself up with prunes and every other remedy you’ve found on the internet within a space of 6 hours. Nothing happens any sooner than if you’d just taken the original dose/stuck to one remedy but it’s soooo violent when it does happen that you’ll be reduced to a cramping sweaty mess, lying in the fetal position on the bathroom floor as you’re empty but the contracting continues. Not my finest (several) hour(s)Good old fashioned Senokot - take 2 and let it work it’s magic
This happened to my grandmother. One day, she keep taking laxatives, thinking they weren’t working, while she was visiting us, and she wasn’t able to make it to the toilet from the living room without leaving a trail of along the way. She didn’t admit to how many she’d taken for a while though.Just don’t do what I did and think “I’m FAR more bunged up than anyone else has EVER been/it’s been an hour and nothing has happened, I’ll take some more. And then fill yourself up with prunes and every other remedy you’ve found on the internet within a space of 6 hours. Nothing happens any sooner than if you’d just taken the original dose/stuck to one remedy but it’s soooo violent when it does happen that you’ll be reduced to a cramping sweaty mess, lying in the fetal position on the bathroom floor as you’re empty but the contracting continues. Not my finest (several) hour(s)
I’m totally ashamed to admit that I’m a nurse. If anyone should know better it’s me. Hope your poor nan was ok bless her heart I bet she was mortifiedThis happened to my grandmother. One day, she keep taking laxatives, thinking they weren’t working, while she was visiting us, and she wasn’t able to make it to the toilet from the living room without leaving a trail of along the way. She didn’t admit to how many she’d taken for a while though.
She called my mother, who was at work not far away and she came home to sort it out. It was unfortunate that they had light coloured carpets. She was really embarrassed and ended up showing my mother the packet of laxatives because my mother was concerned that there might have been something really wrong with her to warrant a trip to the hospital. My mother realised that she had just taken far too many. Luckily they had two toilets in their apartment.I’m totally ashamed to admit that I’m a nurse. If anyone should know better it’s me. Hope your poor nan was ok bless her heart I bet she was mortified
Weetabix with the meds should help loads! I know how you feel ended up in a&e once with it it was brought on by an allergic reaction. I was in a hospital I used to work in visiting someone and got sick and they brought me down in a feicin wheelchairI am constipated. Mmmmm. Sexy I know. Don’t have anybody else to moan to!
Lactulose was Wrong and Bad, apparently, so I have Laxido. Little orange flavour sachets. Mix with water and so begins the evacuation. So to speak. Now I’m sorry but whoever invented the bastarding stuff has never let it cross streams with an orange in its lifetime. It tastes like swimming pool water that has had an orange bobbing about in it for a few seconds. I am choking it back like i’m on I’m a celeb and ant and dec have just told me to chow down on kangaroo nadgers. THREE TIMES A DAY I have to do this. Guys it is torture, it is hell.
Day 1 and it has done tit all, quite literally. i am terrified to eat in case I bung myself up even further, my stomach has some constant whale song going on, and my anxiety is telling me that I will Never Poo Again.
I can’t even have food I want anyway. No cheese, no milk, nothing rich. I have pulled beef brisket in the fridge, I am dying for it, but I can’t risk it. I cry every time I open the fridge and see it winking back at me.
To make matters worse I haven’t been able to go to university ever since (started out as couldn‘t move for pain, now out of fear I’ll suffer some humiliating Laxido induced accident) - I’ve missed a week. A certain piece of coursework is due in and I submitted it yesterday, only to be told that because I’ve missed the lecture that what I have done is WRONG and I have to re-do it. Except the lecturer has explained it in a weird way and I have no idea what to do and she isn’t responding to my emails.
I feel like a very full, very incompetent person. Send help and shaped vibes. Please. Hashtag poo free Christmas. * sobbing echoes in distance *