The Shit Chronicles #1
Nothing makes me feel better about writing this post than on a night of constipation. Though unpleasant as it may sound ahead but if you've been at the same place(sitting on that bottomless hole) unaware of the creep that will fall down below, you know what can be worse than 'shit happens'.
Sometime ago, rather a long time ago when I learnt the side effects that mere Combiflame can create when ingested upon a night of shivering and waking up to a symptom less morning. Not until the horrifying visit to the bathroom around noon. I never refrain from looking at the 'bottomless hole' for some unknown reason I do refrain to investigate upon though. Anyhow the finding this time triggered my curiosity and horror simultaneously without any progression of a similar state into subconsciousness fortunately! A mass of black tar deposited in the canal, and with an instant the water gushed it down further into the depths of the 'bottomless hole'. The doctors were informed as soon as they came home, sometime after the lunch obviously and was told to report its recurrence and not to flush the evidence. Later in the night I saw my father and mother standing on either side of the hole with mother carefully wrapping chunni around her nose and mouth. The discussion of observations made went along with some contradictions amongst the doctors themselves as I anxiously watched over beginning to find some humour as the discussion and contradictions amongst doctors went on. It was learnt that significant amount of iron was lost from the body which would have formed blood later on, hence the colour. My father suggested a colonoscopy , my mother further contradicted it as she described the route taken by the pipe during the procedure, obviously to make it sound completely reprehensible. Eventually a bunch of medicines were prescribed for some days until regular color wasn't resumed, while the Combiflame swirled somewhere in the bottomless pit.
Sometime ago, rather a long time ago when I learnt the side effects that mere Combiflame can create when ingested upon a night of shivering and waking up to a symptom less morning. Not until the horrifying visit to the bathroom around noon. I never refrain from looking at the 'bottomless hole' for some unknown reason I do refrain to investigate upon though. Anyhow the finding this time triggered my curiosity and horror simultaneously without any progression of a similar state into subconsciousness fortunately! A mass of black tar deposited in the canal, and with an instant the water gushed it down further into the depths of the 'bottomless hole'. The doctors were informed as soon as they came home, sometime after the lunch obviously and was told to report its recurrence and not to flush the evidence. Later in the night I saw my father and mother standing on either side of the hole with mother carefully wrapping chunni around her nose and mouth. The discussion of observations made went along with some contradictions amongst the doctors themselves as I anxiously watched over beginning to find some humour as the discussion and contradictions amongst doctors went on. It was learnt that significant amount of iron was lost from the body which would have formed blood later on, hence the colour. My father suggested a colonoscopy , my mother further contradicted it as she described the route taken by the pipe during the procedure, obviously to make it sound completely reprehensible. Eventually a bunch of medicines were prescribed for some days until regular color wasn't resumed, while the Combiflame swirled somewhere in the bottomless pit.
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