Full of Shit [Crapper Blues]

I am in LBM hell today, and I'm trying to recount what I ate the past few days. For those who frequent my blog, you probably read the post I made in connection with the dinner I had with my friends at Dampa last Thursday night. I know I pigged-out with my friends, and as I was having my first bout with LBM this morning, I was cursing to no end the friggin' oyster kinilaw that we ate. After all, I know that oysters and my tummy don't get along too well, but that's only if I eat the oysters raw and with an empty stomach.

So I just had to phone my two buddies [who I had dinner with in Dampa] to ask if their stomachs got upset after our dinner, and they answered in the negative. My doctor buddy [who is, hands down, the "saint" in my org barkada--Dr. Dasma (not his real name): Are you reading this? Hehe] opined that if I got my LBM only this morning, then it definitely wasn't the food we ate at Dampa. But the only things I ate after Dampa was bopis and mongo for lunch at the office the following day, and a late dinner of Jolly Champ, Fries and Coke. And I know that I didn't drink water from a polluted source. So what the fuck's happening to me?!

This is such a hassle! It's a good thing that I like drinking Oral Rehydration Salts--it's actually very good [Dr. Dasma, however, doesn't share the same sentiments]; otherwise, I might just have crapped myself to dehydration death.

A lot of people say that the bathroom is the best room in the house--a private space where they find solace and are free to do as they please, no holds barred. If paying a visit to the bathroom every 3 hours [I've been to the bathroom 7 times since this morning] is what it means to "find solace", then I am, no pun intended, in deep shit.