I had cautiously added my calcium and magnesium back to my regimen on Saturday after successfully stepping down from oxycodone to codeine, and maintaining satisfactory poop status with twice a day Colace. Late this afternoon, after my morning routine was disrupted by having to go to the checkup, I sat down to finish the job.
I will spare you the worst of the details, but over the next 2 hours, I seriously debated going to the hospital and/or using a gloved finger or various household tools to disimpact myself. I thought I might have suffered a prolapsed rectum (actually used a hand mirror to check, it felt so bad). I even tried (cleverly, I thought) using the Toto bidet in mid-attempted-poop as a kind of “powerwasher” to break up the brick, without sufficient result.
Finally, the problem resolved itself in one fell swoop (and I didn’t see anything that was hard enough to have justified the pain), but the whole episode hurt like hell (not my belly - just my butt) and scared me. (Would that it had scared the crap out of me - or maybe it did!) And I’m not taking calcium again until I’m off of all opioids.
Weird fact: after we got home from the appointment, I asked Charles to apply some antibiotic ointment to my suture lines, as the surgeon had suggested. He applied it using a Q-tip. As he was swabbing the goo on, in one spot where my incision line is down low (bikini line), I felt the tickle at my waistline, I assume where that piece of skin used to live! That was strange!