I feel like an eight year old boy that sits in the back of the classroom and causes havoc. And yes, for the record I was that kid.

We’re about to discuss poop. And it makes me laugh like a punk kid.

And to be fair I’m only half kidding - as a post on poo poo can either be seen as hilariously random or it could fit squarely into my desire to be transparent and share the goods and bads.

In this case, even though it’s making me giggle to continue, the story is about the transition my bowels are seeing as a result of the latest chemotherapy treatment. One of the side effects is of course diarrhea - and last night the transition from poop consolation to crappy diarrhea took place.

Now we go on the shitty butt maintenance program.

That is all.


The Wife

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