Yeah, it was like that

In my last post I sort of began to tell you what Tuesday was like for me: to recap, I had two cups of coffee during the day, 1/2 tuna sandwich with lettuce and american cheese on a bagel with chips and a pickle and a can of cream soda for lunch. This is pretty standard and I eat this exact lunch once or twice during the average work week. J was starving when I got home, but we have still not gone to the grocery store so we ordered from the pizza joint down the street. I ordered a chicken roll, which is breaded chicken with mozzarella cheese and sauce wrapped into calzone dough and baked. I ate half of it with some french fries and a can of sprite. That was it. I didn't eat dessert, I didn't have any extra caffeine, it was a very mild dinner. And yet, this morning I woke up gagging like crazy. I pooped very slightly, it was a bit shapeless and soft but nothing compared to what I produced once I got to the office. I went to make my coffee and decided to shit while I was waiting. I really didn't expect for muddy waters to come pouring out of my ass, but that is exactly what happened. I have no idea why- it wasn't quite diarrhea in the respect that it gave me fire ass and was completely liquid, but it felt like chunks of mud being blown through a pipe and didn't look much better. Luckily I haven't had a second helping yet (it is only 11am tho). I've since been sipping my coffee and eating a multi-grain chocolate chip bar while hoping for the best.