**note: here is the original thread
Ok, I donít know where to start. Letís start here. I have had troubles dropping a load lately, (just a few days) and its no biggie. I just think that if I give it another day or too I will let it all out and it will be good. Wrong. I am awakened at 3:58, yes, to the minute, with EXTREME sharp pains in my stomach, intestines, chest and heart; I was also in shock, shaking like a hoe in a Juelz Santana rap video. I canít breath. So I scream for my mom, who approaches my room quickly. After she sees me promptly, itís to the hospital.
We arrive at the hospital, just after 5:00 am. We walk in, and Iím in the most pain of my LIFE. There is one other person waiting in emergency, so I figure ill see the doctor soon times. Wrong again. After 3 hours of my mom constantly asking how long till I get to see a doctor, I decide that maybe if I attempt to fall asleep ill wake up in not as much time.
I wake up. My stomach feels almost perfect again. I was so happy, and I didnít care that it was ok, I was just to damn excited. Little did I know what I had in store for the future. So we see the doctor shortly after, I describe my whole scenario to him. And he thinks im bluffing. I couldnít believe it. So he had to call the nurse in who checked me in for her word I was actually hurt. Anyways im sent home. (were not at 10:00 when I get home). So im home, not going to school, and as soon as I lay on my couch, the pain I feel as I was awoken this morning hits me. AT this time my moms on the way out the door to work. I run upstairs, ďMOMMMMMMMMM! ITS BACK!Ē Ö so its 11:00 and were back in the emergency room. Shortly, (since we have been there already) we see the same doctor. He is at the point in time like WTF is wrong with you. Yadda Yadda Yadda, I think you constipated. Time for an aenema. Wholy shit. I have to get the same thing the guy on NS made a huge thread about. Fucking great. I try to convince my mom to let me run away, but she resists. Fuck. So after an hour and a half of waiting, its aenima time.
(for anyone who doesnít know what an aenima is, its sticking a tube up you fucking ass, and then shooting I think it was 700 ml of water into your anus, at which time you hold for as long as you can before it all starts pouring out, shitts and all) So im disclosed in this room, and all im thinking about is the thread on NS. Im fucking scared shitless, literally. I assume the position, and she shoves it up there, great. Then the liquid starts getting squeezed in, DOUBLE great. Im going fucking nuts. It was the most fucked up feeling in the world. So im just sitting there waiting. Just as alpentalik*$ described it as, there is nothing. ďThen it hit me, like a fucking nuclear bomb. My stomach starting making noses like when you bring burps up from your stomach...I'm freaking shit. I sit on the toilet and my ass is sing the siberian national anthem, but no poo. Then my ass starts going into convulsions, it really wants to shit but it can't. And then it happened, I lost all control of my anus, the flood gates were open. It wasn't satisfying at all...I had no control whatsoever. I'm still shitting like fucking mount vusuvius. I want to stop but I can't, my ass needs a break.Ē. Word for word what I went threw. Wholy flying fuck. Anyways, given an hour of rest time, I felt 100%. Like a new man. So I walked it off, and then I was sent home for 2:30. That was the fucking 10 most fucked up hours of my life. ďThe moral of this story, don't take shitting for granted. Now I always set aside at least ten minutes to poo, and I always bring along good reading material, because I never know when the next time I won't be able to shit will be. Keep this in mind kids, poop is your friend, but can also be your worst enemy.Ē Im taking that advice now. I wish I did a month ago. And I advise all of you to do so aswell.