I like the idea that "you don't want to be with me when I'm alone" especially.

It looks as if I'll move from here into a long-term residential facility, all of which are hours and hours away from Charlottesville... for, like, 2-3 months.

Skip the next part if you're ooky about icky.



Also I really cannot poop, which I thought I had complained about here but apparently not, lucky you guys. Got here on a Sunday, and the following *Saturday* (after several complaints on my part I might add) there was a nurse, gloves, goop and I think a backhoe (ha ha), and a literal kilo of poop was excavated (yes, I had the sense to weigh myself before and after) over the course of about an hour and a half. Then Sunday was normal for me, and nothing since. I am taking stronger and stronger stool softeners/laxatives but they are refusing to re-excavate here (this is not a body-medical facility), I know you hope I'll keep you posted on that. Since I had my gall bladder out in 1989, I have usually produced something fairly liquid.

I think it's at least partly a reaction to no marijuana (I almost typed pot, ha ha), of which I have been a daily user since, with some breaks, 1977, and it is a great aid to gastric motility.

I looked up fecal impaction (which I don't actually have as I can, and do, still fart), and apparently it can kill you. My immediate thought was, Great, saves me the trouble.

Sigh.

More jokes after some sympathy? Recommendations for diet? I am pretty much eating salad and the occasional yogurt or egg as we don't get a lot of actual veg here, I drink so much water my pee is barely yellow at all, and I seem to not want the meat or the pasta or the other things I would normally eat, as they are not prepared the way I would have prepared them. Picky, picky. I am turning into Sally of When Harry Met Sally.

Which is a great movie.