Like a proud father

So nearly the whole last month in ecuador, I had diarrhea pretty much the whole time. I mean a few normal stools but otherwise, just nasty diarrhea. Probably from parasites, because it seems to have cleared after taking my parasite medication.

So the other night was actually quite exciting for me.

I went out with my girlfriend to dinner. A pretty cool bar that apparently also has really good food. I wrote about it in my last entry, it was the place where I ate wings, then steak, then a side of some of the best ribs I've had in a long while. But I also left something out of the story, a small triumph if you will.

Shortly after finishing the last rib, I realized I really had to go to the bathroom. I quickly got up and found my way back to the mens room. Which was a little odd, because being the only mens room in a pretty sizeable bar/restaurant, it had only one toilet and no urinals.

Anyway, I locked the door, sat down, and in about 2 minutes took one of the biggest craps of my life. Not like lots of diarrhea or a whole lot of loose stool, I mean a nicely formed huge pile of log. huge. One of those really satisfying dumps too that requires almost no toilet paper.

So feeling much relieved I stood up and flushed.... and nothing. The bowl filled with water but my triumph failed to clear out of the bowl. I waited in wonder because it really contained almost no toilet paper... but it went nowhere. This was no weak ass ecuadorian toilet either, this was a beefy full on american toilet that wastes a good 4 gallons per flush... and it had nothing on the fruits of my labor.

A small smile crept across my face as I realized this was the only toilet in the establishment, and like a proud father who's son had brought in the winning run, I gave a little pump of my fist as I slipped out the bathroom door.

So it seems my colon has recovered, and I will continue to reward it with all the steak, guiness, coffee, and ben and jerries it can take...