it happens

This is not for the faint at heart. Although, I have just been informed that for some families it is dinner conversation.

Poop. Yep, Poop. Poo-poo. Doodie. Pooh. Ka-ka. Feces. Doo-doo. Dookie.

Growing up, it was only discussed during diapering and potty training. After that, somehow it disappeared from our lives. Apparently, we had moved to a planet were no one ever pooped. It never happened. The smell was patently ignored. The sounds emanating from the small little room down the hall – what? I didn’t hear anything.

Marriage. Same thing. We are living on a strange planet you know. We clap, jump up and down and do a little dance when a two year old poops, a seven year old, we hold their hand when they have bad cramping from diarrhea, but once they hit the teen years – it’s all over. It completely stops. Do we no longer digest food? I mean, this is a worldwide epidemic.

Maybe rather than bringing awareness to Lyme disease  - I will bring awareness to the fact that people poop. Brown bracelets rather than green.

Of course, now that I am sick, there is no avoiding it. It is now becoming an hourly convo. When you have to start counting, describing, analyzing, etc, there is no avoiding it.

Now the pièce de résistance, the colonoscopy. I thought in all my testing I had somehow escaped this one dreaded test. But ah, it was not to be.

I guess it’s “off we go, into the wild blue yonder.” Well, not sure if it’ll be blue, but at least “To infinity and beyond.” “To go where no man has gone before.”

But indeed, my favorite by far, “Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by.”

Poop happens people. Poop Happens.