I finally pooped. I don’t know if it was the heavy book I brought with me to the toilet this morning, or the big greasy pizza I ate past my bedtime last night, but I felt a bowel movement and wasted no time in plopping my butt on the throne and pushing out some doodoo rocks. At least I didn’t have to wait a full week to poo like last time. Nope. This time my constipation only lasted six days. Lucky me.