Worrying about poop is for old people. Right? That’s what I always used to think.
I’d hear my mom complain about having problems. And I’d think: She’s old! Of course, now that I think about it, she wasn’t when she first started talking about it.
Then there is my husband whom I’ve always just chalked up to Being Weird because he says he’s always had issues.
When we would visit Patrick’s parents, they would take their evening Tiddly, as they called it, which was just a cute name for Metamucil.
I’ve seen Metamucil on my parent’s countertop for as long as I can remember. So, really, LONG before they were OLD.
My husband has been buying stool softener and/or Metamucil as long as we have been married, which is nearly 17 years.
I’m 46 and well, I hate to say it, but I think I need to start taking a fiber supplement! I never even used to give my bowel movements a second thought. But now, my tummy will start to hurt and I’ll start to think about it and I’ll realize that it’s been several days since anything has “happened.” And then I groan and gripe about getting old!
I can’t believe that I now have to think about Poop Issues.