Well, guess who's back in the comfort of their own home? That's right, me! After what feels like an eternity in the hospital, I've finally been set free to roam the halls of my own kingdom once again.
But don't let the cosy surroundings fool you; the constipation saga continues. It's like I've been handed a one-way ticket to Struggle City, and constipation is the mayor. So here I am, armed with prune juice, Laxsido drinks and determination, ready to take on this battle in the comfort of my own bathroom.
But hey, at least I can now binge-watch/listen my favourite shows without the constant beeping of hospital machines in the background. Small victories, right?
So, here's to hoping that the home turf advantage gives me the edge I need to conquer constipation once and for all.
Until then, wish me luck, fellow warriors. And if you need me, you know where to find me—camped out in my bathroom, waging war against the forces of constipation.
Good luck with your challenges in Struggle city with the Rt honourable Mayor Mr constipation. I have a similar situation happening in my life right now, a man in charge who causes me professional and developmental constipation and triggers my menopausal symptoms like no other!