My last blog contained a high level of poop. Some noticed the contained message, others could not crawl through the brown crevasse. This time I will warn you: the topic of this blog is more poop and the goatseman. Readers with a delicate electronic stomache, get out.
I’ll start off by adressing some poop questions. Klogon asked me if I regularly shit gold bricks. Surprising as it may be, I infact do not. I genuinely do have some good years of poop behind me. Sometimes I just don’t have to wipe. I of course test it once before I conclude so. You don’t want to assume; what if you’re wrong? Deadvessel wanted more poop blogs. Here you go. In other news: Cpt_Obvious? Shut up.
Two days after I wrote the blog, my stomache started acting up. The wrath of the internets bestow me with cramps. Sadly enough, the stomache ache was accompanied by headaches, pain in my neck and tiredness. After three days, my poop was affected also: brown liquid poured out agressively several times a day. I felt like Augustus Gloop, sliding down the chocolate hole.
Five days in my recently found stomache illness, I chose to go to the doctor as I started to worry. With no sign of improvement and finals coming up, I can’t deal with this shit. Pun intended.
A happy doctor in training diagnosed me with Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). He wasn’t totally sure though. The kind man wants me to return if it still bothers me later this week. Mr. Huisman tried to explain the syndrome to me, but failed somewhere along the lines. Later upon my arrival at home, I read some on the internets. No cure, recurring syndrome and upon reflecting I believe that I do infact have this. And it affects my poop. MY POOP!
I'm sorry for the lack of goatseman in this topic and the semi bloggy style. It won't happen again, but after my last blog I just felt like sharing this. It's quite awkward.
Last but not least. To the reader of this blog:
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