Thatguy Syndrome

After a downright unpleasant experience earlier in the evening, I felt a "Rumble in the Bronx" coming on and walked, head hanging, to the water closet.

Immediately, the juxtaposition between this defecation and the short, hard one from earlier was evident. What was previously hard was soft; previously sharp, hollow; previously clean, messy. The time-old saying of "be careful what you wish for, for you just might get it" couldn't have been more a propos, as I was blighted with a temporary bout of diarrhoea.

This was a six-wiper, not necessarily a personal record but quite the stunning reversal of misfortune. The post-defecation inspection was rather a let-down, as all that could be inspected (aside from the soiled toilet paper and a random undigested red pepper skin) was a yellow-brown cloud of liquid feces.

Compounding the issue further was the non-cooperation of the toilet in removing the abomination from my home. Though the toilet did drain, the tank had somehow not refilled the last time, so the bowl had low tide all around; some toilet paper returned from "'round-the-bend", bobbing in the waves, taunting me with its stain.

All in all, a severe let-down. Hopefully tomorrow, or the day thereafter, is better.