I've been struggling with this regard to my father for I don't know how long now. He's a narcissist who's totally unaware. I think I struggle with accepting him as he is versus needing (or n0t needing rather) his craziness in my life. I know he tries too, at least as much as he can. It's just hard when he says shit of which he's not aware. The last good one was that it was my fault that he and my mother got divorced. They divorced when I was 15, and I'm 40 now.
okay a few things. 1. What? Under WHAT circumstances is this necessary? Please tell so I can avoid them. 2. RE: neighbor and pools - I would never..ever..I didn't understand but I'm from the country and didn't have neighbors and am an admittedly shitty neighbor in that I don't socialize so I thought maybe I missed some city social cue that I didn't know about but no...because I've lived in large cities (and had a pool) for the past nearly ten years and this has never come up but still I didn't live on the east coast so maybe I was missing something? Guess not. Weirdo. 3. RE: cutting out parents. It's not a gray situation here, pretty much at all. It's a black and white I would be completely justified in walking away regardless of how many good qualities they have. I guess I just struggle with the idea of choosing to be an orphan knowing someday the decision would be irrevocable.
You had to? Why? What bizarre world do you live in where pooping in the shower is your best case scenario?
I remember losing a bet and having to drink 2 shots of tabasco sauce. I gladly shit in the shower the next day. Multiple times.
I'm guessing he's still recovering from his hernia operation, which I have heard is hell-on-a-stick for most people. My friend said coughing, sneezing, even breathing heavily can reduce you to tears and sobbing.
Yeah still recovering from hernia surgery. Its been 3 days since the last time I was able to take a dump. I've taken stool softeners for all those days. My GF was out grabbing dinner and all of a sudden, BOOM! My stomach started to rumble and I knew what was about to happen. Luckily I have to clench a pillow against my abs to get up off the couch otherwise I would have recreated the lobby scene from one of Tucker's stories. I got to the bathroom and saw the toilet was down. FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK. I can't bend down far enough to pick it up and I was left with the floor or the shower. I picked the shower. Yes, hernia surgery has been one of the most ridiculously painful things I've had to deal with. You can't even imagine how much you use your abs until you've had someone rearranging your guts for an hour. Getting off the couch. Sitting down. Walking. Putting on clothes. I had to clear my throat the first day and I wanted to end it all. I highly recommend never getting this surgery done and if you do, make sure you have people who you won't mind asking to wipe your ass because you can't move your arm around far enough to reach without wanting to cry.
I had c-sections with all three of my kids. I never had to poop in the shower. I feel so fortunate, suddenly.
So your girlfriend got back from picking up dinner and had to clean up your shit. Lucky. Just wondering, if you can walk fine, why didn't you just lift the toiled seat with your foot?
I cleaned up the shower and myself as best I could, but yeah, we've gotten closer these past few days. As to why I didn't lift the seat up with my foot, again, you don't realize how much you use your abs to do basic things. Try lifting your leg up like you're high stepping in football. Now imagine doing that while getting stabbed violently in 7 different spots in your stomach. That's kind of what I'm dealing with. It would be ok if it was just one area, but there's 7 incisions in my stomach, so every movement causes pain somewhere, some cause pain in every spot.
There is your problem. You don't high step the lid up, you lift it like you were hitting a hackey sack with the side of your foot.
Still. The very act of of raising your knee at all uses all of your abs to keep your balance as well as lift your leg. On a semi related note, I tend to be a barfing shitter. Where if I'm getting super nauseous for whatever reason and am about to puke, I also develop the urge to shit real bad. I just have to determine which bodily function is more emergent and make a choice. Puking tends to win the battle. This wasn't a problem once at a friends house where the tub was right next to the toilet so I could just lean over. Grossest night ever. Thanks Jagermeister.