my parents have generally been really helpful since my surgery, doing whatever i need. but over the last couple days they've been rather conspiratorial. when i told them i hadn't pooped since my surgery they started feeding me weird things to try to get it on through. i was doing fine! er, brb.
yeah well they got their poop. but i consider it disturbing and not very cuddly-aww-they're-taking-care-of-me-they-love-me to (a) talk about poop, and (b) try to induce it. it's like a mini-twilight zone. can't we talk about regular stuff? ... er, normal stuff?