August 07, 2006
Vacation: The Anti-Poop
I don't know about you guys, but my body seems very reluctant to poop while I'm on vacation. Is it just me?
I don't know what it is. It's like my lower intestine isn't all that familiar with its surroundings, so it gets nervous and decides, "Ya know? I'm just gonna sit this one out."
Oh, sure, I can squeeze off a few nuggets every couple days -- just enough to stave off pharmaceutical intervention. But a nice, big dump, where you leap off the toilet singing and feeling ten pounds lighter? No.
And this phenomenon occurs only on vacations. The rest of the time, I can rely on my bowels for at least one good movement a day -- two, if I'm particularly fortunate. I think that's fairly normal, and hey, it works for me.
The funny thing is, once I get off the expressway and am five miles from my home, my lower intestine wakes up and declares, "Hey, I know this place! Let's party!"
And all of a sudden, we're back in business. I can feel the overture begin, and the last couple of miles are a death-race to my own bathroom -- Wenchie vs. The Sphincter. Who will prevail?
Well, of course, I always prevail, or this entry would be entitled, "Why Wenchie Is Getting a New Car."
So there's a my weird vacation poop confession. Dookie takes a holiday.
Comments
Okay that last line made me laugh out loud.
I'm just the opposite, I'm a nervous/excited pooper. It's usually an emergency situation every time too since I'm not used to going that often.
Posted by: Hope at August 8, 2006 09:06 AM
A nervous pooper! Bwaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! YOU made ME laugh out loud!
Posted by: Wenchie at August 8, 2006 02:13 PM