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I had to take oxy's after hand surgery, and I am not accustomed to painkillers. I ended up constipated, and it was (BY FAR) the worst poop of my life. Like, that (literal) shit hurt worse than the pain of surgery
I'm talking 45+ mins on the toilet; pushing, sweating, almost crying, standing up and down trying to get things to move. I became a little fearful and wondered if I was about to tear my rectum. I felt like I wanted to faint. I couldn't just stop because it was half-way out, making my bum feel like I was getting spread-open by a dragon or something... and it wouldn't pinch off. I admittedly dug in my butt, trying to pull it out... I was in fucking shambles and beginning to panic. It felt like I was fighting for my life
It finally cleared, and I was left with pure exhaustion and butt pain. Prune juice helped me to reconcile that issue, and even though I had never tried prune juice — I'm a "forever fan" of that sweet sweet elixir of preemptive relief
I'll never forget that poop
Thank you for sharing! I realise now what the nurses wanted to spare us....