Minor squirt. Almost not worth reporting. But the discomfort beforehand was real. And I suppose it’s no wonder as today was even worse than yesterday, self-control-wise. I’m too ashamed to even write it down in plain English. It hurts.

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All in where it belongs, this time.

In the tub, just as I was settling in to relax after cleaning up in the shower. At least all of the cleaning “supplies” are right there. Drained, rinsed and soaped the place down, then re-filled and soaked for a nice 20-30 minutes.

Partial dump into diaper, remainder into toilet. bought the wrong kind for full bm’s, so lucky I’d made it to the bathroom and was able to transition. Looking forward to putting this kind of thing behind me for a few decades.

Large.

Blood sugar: 119.

+1.

Sludgy-feeling, but otherwise normal. (Normal, as in, normal for the past couple days.)

Teeny tiny, w/c2p

x2.