Miserable morning so far. I've decided that I probably have a partial colonic impaction, so I've taken some magnesium cytrate... that and the immodium will fight it out to see who takes control of my body. This is completely ruining our trip, of course. But it should be over in eight hours, one way or the other. 20:15... I did get the waterbed filled up to the top and got the bubbles out of it, though. I have no idea how water gets out of a waterbed mattress without showing, but it does. It must evaporate somehow or another, there are certainly no leaks. I can explain how air bubbles get there, though... bacteria'll do that, that's easy. Anyway, it's been a coupla years since I filled it up last timec, maybe longer'n that, Tyler was up here and helped me with it, we re-arranged the room and had to drain it.2 July 1999 was when that happened.... I've extended my self-diagnosis possibilities to include some sort of colonic prolapse. I have excluded cancer because of my regular colonoscopies, the last one not too long ago, 31 May 2001, to be exact. Most colon cancers sneak up on you, and the colonoscopies make sure that they don't. There's no chance that something could have grown enough in one year to produce my symptoms. And, of course, it could be entirely psychosomatic... many digestive problems are, I've noticed, or at least have a large psychological component. And that kinda stuff can snowball quite easily... like duodenal ulcers... if you think that you have one, you will start worrying and excreting enough stomach acids to give you one, whether you had one to start off with or not. Anyhoo. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
Nah, it's not over. Monday I go see the doctor and get a sigmoidoscopy or something. We didn't go anywhere, of course, I can't afford to get that far from a bathroom.