Wednesday, February 24, 2010

File Under: TMI

Raise your hand if you’ve ever spent three days in the hospital just to have a bowel movement. Anyone? If you were sitting in the room with me, you’d probably notice my hand is not raised. But don’t let that fool you. If either of my arms were functional, they would be raised high in the air, albeit with a hint of sheepishness. We are not supposed to talk about these things after all.

We called it Big Job when I was a kid. As in, “Mom! Dad! I have to go Big Job!” I didn’t fully appreciate the validity of that label until a few weeks ago, when I was in an ambulance speeding to the emergency room. The hospital folks didn’t refer to it as Big Job however. They called it a Blockage, caused by severe constipation. It’s one of the fringe benefits of ALS they don’t tell you about in the brochure. But it’s also pretty serious, and in the most literal way possible, the whole episode scared the crap out of me.

Staying regular is a universal challenge, especially as you get older. I remember reading an oh-so-clever “You know you’re over 40 when…” book when I was a kid. Every other joke was some variation on how “getting some action” no longer meant what it used to. Of course I had no idea what “getting some action” meant in any context, but the cartoons with a dad sitting on the toilet were hilarious. Now that I think about it, prune juice became a regularly stocked refrigerator item around that time.

I’m only 37, but the onset of ALS has moved up the regularity battle a few years. Lack of movement + weak abdominal muscles = no action. When you’re paralyzed, using the facilities is tedious, time-consuming, and downright exhausting. Indeed, I’m sick of planning my next bowel movement. Calling it Big Job is a monumental understatement. Picture a half-naked guy in a sling, sitting on a commode chair made out of PVC pipe, with a bucket underneath. Trust me, it’s a shitty situation for everyone involved.

Perhaps that’s too much information. The whole routine definitely falls in the “I never thought I’d be doing this” category, and it’s a real load off my mind to share this crap with others. I’ve even thought of pitching it as an episode of “Dirty Jobs” on Discovery Channel. How cool would it be to have host Mike Rowe wiping my butt on TVs around the world? Maybe you need to be in my situation to appreciate such a scenario. Yeah, probably you do.

My brief hospital stay was certainly embarrassing (em-bare-ass-ing!) But, and there’s always some sort of butt at this point, it helped me realize how emotionally constipated I was as well. I had been holding in my sadness, frustration, and anger for far too long. Ignoring my emotions created an undercurrent of depression, and worse, distracted me from appreciating all that I have. I lay trapped in that hospital bed, away from my girls and my home, and suddenly the dam burst open. I cried for hours. Letting it all out, in more ways than one, helped me return home with a renewed vigor. Time to start writing again, continue my Legacy Project, end the self-pity, and live the life available to me. Time to shit or get off the pot as they say. It won’t be easy of course, but nothing worthwhile ever is. More crap will get in my way, but now I know what to do with it.

PS. One last thing, if you’re tempted to comment on the distasteful subject matter of this post, please don’t bother. The last thing I need is more shit from anyone. ;)

PSS. Beg your pardon. That is the first and last emoticon I will ever use.

5 comments:

Marie said...

I've laughed, in the last year since Jim's diagnosis, but never so hard until your writing. Thank you!! Jim laughed today too re: "Your summer home!" We can't thank you enough! Hope makes the journey bearable, you throw in the rock and roll--!!!

A Science Teacher said...

This post really made me laugh!

And now I'm crying. My Dad (Bill Gluth) would have LOVED the crap you just wrote about!

Thank you!

Anonymous said...

Scott!!! YOU'RE BAAAACK!!!
great to see you posting up again.
this blog is a veritable gas.
it is filled with all the charm, humor and insights that are classic s. stafne. you've taken sublimation via defecation to a new literary high. a nugget of inspiration gleaned from the scat of the quotididian. by the by, i just got over a case of shellfish poisoning...nasty stuff with no redeeming sagacity.

Anonymous said...

Hey Scott!
Being a teacher, I have often frowned upon words like "shit" in my classroom and at home, but with my own two Gambian daughters now 18 and 16, I'm afraid I hear it rather often. Recently, they came across a wonderfully funny Nigerian teenager who produces his own short comedy sketches online...I have to admit that I enjoy the way he says "shit" ...kinda like a forced, breathy, barely audible "shheee..it man!" Anyway, now whenever we need to make each other laugh, we say "shhee..it man!" and we all crack up...so no offense taken!
PS...I've always believed the reason women live longer than men is because we allow ourselves to cry...
Vanessa

Anne Marie said...

Dear Scott,
Your post was so great! I wrote about the the steps I take to have a smooth move early on in my blog at www.kissmyals.com and I have to tell you about the wonders of flax seed oil(Also good for omega 3's)and aloevera juice mixed in my raw food shake in the morning! Constipation can't touch this! also I take dietary enzymes that move things along as well Rainbowlight has a plant sourced Advanced emzyme system available at whole foods for about 20 bucks a bottle which will last a month. I have upped my intake of them as I just left the hostpital having a peg tube put in and I'm all bloaty from the drugs etc...hopefully I'll release all that crap soon! Yours in the fight,
Anne Marie Schlekeway
www.Kissmyals.com