Day 33 – 5th Feb 2014
Oooooooooooouch! Today was crappy. Farmer Giles arrived today. Or I should say one whooper came to town. Big as a gobstopper. Fucking massive and it fucking hurts. Reminds me what fun this is. Reminds me what this is all about: getting the toxins out! No reason to panic, no, no. No need to rush to any doctors, everything is mentally under-control. Piles only come to town when I have bucket loads of toxins coming out. And don’t last that long usually: a week maybe? Hopefully. So I’m actually happy. Happy they are exiting. But it bloody hurts. Oooooouch!
Ok, it doesn’t that hurt much. Not like breaking a leg, or cutting yourself deep, or banging your head on the overhead fan in the kitchen. Hurts like having huge marbles stuffed in your ring. I’m mincing around the office, wincing and trying to hide it. Makes you think about bum cancer too. Bloody hemorrhoids. It is complicated by dumping 5-10 times a day too. Not wildly pleasant, but I have found one of the few benefits of not having a solid for 33 days! Nice! Talking of BM’s: I still got heaps of weird algae flushing out. Where the hell does it come from? Day 33 and it’s still steaming out. Tongue remains thickly coated in gunk. I am brushing three times a day but the fluff and taste is awful.
Another day in paradise!