I am someone who struggles with fecal incontinence, always being controlled by my bowel movements. No matter when or where - on the street, in a car, at the cinema, in class, at the airport, in McDonald's, on the mountain, by the water... my bowel movements always attack me without warning, and they are extremely unpredictable. Every time, it’s already at the door before I know it, catching me off guard, unable to hold it back, causing me immense pain and discomfort. My family and friends affectionately call me: King of Poop.
The situation is as follows. One evening, I suddenly felt an intense urge to defecate, so I went. I don't know if it was because the stool was too large or if there wasn't enough water pressure in the toilet, but the toilet got clogged. I asked my boyfriend to fix it, he poked around a bit and said it didn't work, we'll deal with it tomorrow.
The next morning, I had to go again. I asked him what to do, he was rushing off to work and told me to just grit my teeth and go anyway, if it doesn't work, poop in the trash can, and have a worker come in the afternoon to unclog the toilet.
With no other choice, I closed my eyes and quickly finished on the toilet, feeling quite nauseous. Afterward, I flushed, only to see the water slowly rise up, reaching the edge, my heart raced fearing it would spill onto the floor. But then, it slowly began to descend at a super slow pace. I couldn’t bear to watch anymore, so I closed the toilet lid and locked the bathroom door.
But, my bowel movement betrayed me again at this critical moment, causing me severe abdominal pain once more. With no choice, I reopened the toilet door and lid. Oh my god... the white interior of the toilet was now like the face of a 90-year-old woman covered in age spots. Determined, I sat down, red-faced and straining, forcefully squeezing out the waste, quickly finishing. Then, I closed the toilet lid and door, deciding I wouldn't go in there again.
I immediately called the plumber and asked how much it would cost. He said 40-50 yuan. I thought it was a bit expensive and wanted to ask my boyfriend, so I sent him a QQ message. My boyfriend said: "MD (damn), that's too expensive, I'll fix it when I come home tonight, we'll save that money!" (At this point, I regretted listening to him, leading to my painful and unforgettable memory.)
In the evening, he came back and started fixing the toilet. I was online, and as the toilet lid slowly opened, I heard a miserable cry: "Wa~". I didn't think much about it and continued surfing the web, ignoring him.
His friend had taught him a trick, which was to cover the entire toilet opening tightly with plastic wrap, place a large wooden board on top, and stand on it while flushing. Since air cannot enter from above, the water pressure will be strong enough to unclog the toilet.
He tried poking with the plunger for a long time but it didn't work, so he used this method. I saw him cover the entire toilet opening with a plastic bag, placing a wooden board on top, and squatting on it. We all held our breath, waiting for the flush moment to arrive.
It arrived! It arrived! He pressed the flush button, and we quietly waited, waiting... one second, nothing happened... two seconds... still nothing... Suddenly... a light yellow appeared at the edge of the toilet. The light yellow slowly expanded, extended... gradually occupying the floor... I screamed "Ah!" and ran away.
That night, the toilet was still not unclogged.
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On the third day, I had to go again in the morning. I asked him to check the toilet situation, he looked and said it was all brown now, with no gaps, looking shiny and slippery. I knew I was done for, I couldn't use the toilet anymore.
I tried holding it in, planning to go out for food and solve the issue. I quickly got dressed and decided to leave immediately. But at that very moment, I felt my anus could no longer hold the poop, it was about to burst. There was no way out, I found a plastic bag, put it over the trash can, squatted down, and heard a few "pooch" sounds as I released it. I turned around to pick up the plastic bag to throw it out, damn, it was leaking... I saw the red bottom of the bucket turn orange, mixed with some black...
Finally, that evening, we called a repairman. When he opened the toilet, he also let out a "Wa!" He charged us 40 yuan.
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