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Boa Constrictors and Potty Training
3:33 PM
Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
Shel Silverstein
I remember this poem from Where The Sidewalk Ends, one of my many, many favorite books during childhood and it seems oddly appropriate for my situation. The illness that has decided to declare war on my body is the boa constrictor, and it did indeed start by nibbling at my toes and feet. Right now we are at Oh fiddle Its up to my middle. May it never take another bite!! But I have had this silly little poem stuck in my head for days and the imagery of a big fat boa constrictor nibbling and munching his way north on my body ever so slowly but determined, as if I am a snack. Well Diddle, he will have to be satisfied with reaching my middle!!
This boa constrictor recently advanced beyond my hips and called dibs, he's just at my ribs. In the process he did something to the wiring of my bladder, causing me to no longer have any sensation. Thankfully the muscle itself is still functioning at this time, so it does its job of being an internal water balloon, but the problem is that the signal that the balloon is full never makes it to my brain. I can't tell that it is time to make a dash for the bathroom until my bladder has filled to the point that it is pushing on other organs and causing abdominal pain. This is generally not the best way to reroute around a malfunctioning wire as it can cause pressure on the kidneys. So after seeing my least favorite -ologist, the ever unpopular urologist who is always tube happy, I am now potty training myself all over again. Every three hours I have to take myself to the bathroom whether I feel anything or not and "just try anyway" as I used to chide my niece. Realistically, that is every 3 hours or as close to every 3 hours as I remember. As a kid I got M&Ms and stickers when I went potty on a schedule like this - what do I get as an adult? Urodynamics testing from tube happy doctors and a kidney/bladder ultrasound. I think I had a better deal as a kid! Anyone have any boa constrictor repellent?
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
Shel Silverstein
I remember this poem from Where The Sidewalk Ends, one of my many, many favorite books during childhood and it seems oddly appropriate for my situation. The illness that has decided to declare war on my body is the boa constrictor, and it did indeed start by nibbling at my toes and feet. Right now we are at Oh fiddle Its up to my middle. May it never take another bite!! But I have had this silly little poem stuck in my head for days and the imagery of a big fat boa constrictor nibbling and munching his way north on my body ever so slowly but determined, as if I am a snack. Well Diddle, he will have to be satisfied with reaching my middle!!
This boa constrictor recently advanced beyond my hips and called dibs, he's just at my ribs. In the process he did something to the wiring of my bladder, causing me to no longer have any sensation. Thankfully the muscle itself is still functioning at this time, so it does its job of being an internal water balloon, but the problem is that the signal that the balloon is full never makes it to my brain. I can't tell that it is time to make a dash for the bathroom until my bladder has filled to the point that it is pushing on other organs and causing abdominal pain. This is generally not the best way to reroute around a malfunctioning wire as it can cause pressure on the kidneys. So after seeing my least favorite -ologist, the ever unpopular urologist who is always tube happy, I am now potty training myself all over again. Every three hours I have to take myself to the bathroom whether I feel anything or not and "just try anyway" as I used to chide my niece. Realistically, that is every 3 hours or as close to every 3 hours as I remember. As a kid I got M&Ms and stickers when I went potty on a schedule like this - what do I get as an adult? Urodynamics testing from tube happy doctors and a kidney/bladder ultrasound. I think I had a better deal as a kid! Anyone have any boa constrictor repellent?






