Scat-logical: An Answer to Prayer.
Many of us have prayed through one. It is a measure or indication of one’s health. Post-surgery, it is a sign that your internal organs are doing what they are supposed to and you can’t leave the hospital until you have a good one. And it has almost always been a regular part of my day. And for each one, I am thankful.
A cup of coffee, a piece of toast, possibly with some honey or jam, a second cup of coffee, and then after a very short while, I’m usually good to go. Not to leave. But to “go”. As in my morning constitutional. Number 2. Winnie the Poo. (Sometimes I name them.) A good bm.
Though it is normally a routine affair, I don’t take it for granted. In fact as I age, more and more it seems to greatly determine the course of my day. That is what my life has come to. A good poo equals a good day. All seems healthy and right with the world. And if it’s a “no-wiper”, I cheer and do a little dance. If I have two “no-wipers” in a row, I tell friends. If I have three “no-wipers” in a row, that’s when I go out and buy a lottery ticket, because I’m on a lucky streak!
But if it’s a difficult, and sometimes painful, poo… well, then not only am I usually seated on the throne for way too much of my morning, but the world is also a darker and less hopeful place. I have to meditate the darkness away. I might stop everything to take a nap. I…