This is the advice I received when I called my aunt for some feedback about an over the counter medication. She's a nurse so if I have any big questions, I call her. Of course, I also think she's responsible for my not going to a doctor when I should. Because she works in an ER and see's a lot of people who either don't really need to see a doctor, she's taught us not to be sissy's and to self medicate when needed. Consequently, I don't go to a doctor unless I'm spurting blood from a major vein, a broken bone is sticking out or my eye is crusted over and I can't see. Fortunately, none of these have actually happened but I've been pretty close.
I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I'm a bit obsessed with poop. First, there's the word, "poop." It's fun to say, there's no end to the poop jokes and really, the word "poop" looks and sounds funny. I realize you may be thinking, "this girl is a FREAK" but...well this is just who I am. I'm going to be 35 in a couple months. I have started my downhill slide into old age and that arena of not caring what other people think. Poop-talk is entertaining.
Then there's the other end of the spectrum; my Grandpa is dying from cancer that originated in his colon. I'm paranoid about genetics and the possibility that his eating habits did not enable healthy digestion. True, there are other possible causes of colon cancer, but I'm pretty sure this is why Grandpa is sick.
Did you know that approximately 57,000 people die from colon cancer each year? Some say it's second to lung cancer, others say it's the leading cause of cancer deaths in the nation. And yet, because colon topics (read: poop) are taboo, we really don't know much about prevention or what is normal. I encourage you to at least read about prevention. Know the warning signs.
That being said, after listening to my Aunt's tirade about pooping an S and learning her source (Oprah), I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about this sort of thing. I do feel sorry for Apollo though. He has to listen to my TMI poop-talk all the time. And he's so gentleman-like, he won't even fart in front of me!
Well, I guess you may go now. I will refrain from poop-talk or TMI in the near future.