Small b & m.

Just g, b & m, consistent with having not eaten anything for most of the precedong night and day

The biggest diaper blowout I’ve ever experienced. Actually, it was more of an endless filling than a blowout. Like the scene where Austin Powers empties his bladder after being revived from cryostasis: one seemingly endless, thin stream of d slowly squirting into the not-absorbent-enough pouch between my thighs as I walk through the Kaiser halls as nonchalantly as possible. And praying that there’s no overflow as the deluge continues.

In the bathroom, thank god, or at least the janitorial staff for the small trash can in the wheelchair-accessible stall. Remembering last night’s important lesson about spills, I gingerly pull back the four Velcro-ish tabs and fold the heavy package directly into the can. Cleanup goes smoothly. I’m saved.

(Hmmm. Should have taken my weight just then; I bet I lost 3 lb. In as many minutes!)

x2, cbg.

x3.

Red H2O.

2 frozen waffles, toasted w/butter & maple syrup

More of same.

More crampies. I think my urgency would come way down if I could somehow get the ol’ rectum to relax. Or perhaps it’s the other way around, and the cramping will subside once I get the urgency under control.

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1500mg acetaminophen, again for the jaw pain. Will pick up some prescription meds in the a.m.