What happens when you drink 10 oz of Magnesium Citrate? I'm glad you asked...
12:05 pm: It's time. You shotgun a 10 oz bottle like it's a lukewarm PBR and you don't want to be a wuss in front of your older brother's friends.
It's suppose to be grape flavored but it's becoming quite clear that whoever led the R&D team that day has never actually tasted anything grape in their life. You are already regretting this decision.
12:06 pm: You deep throat a cupcake like you've been saving it for the apocalypse because let's face it...that time is here. It's going to turn to liquid form before it even clears your throat but you don't care. All is right in the world at this moment. Hold on to that. You're about to enter a very dark period in your life.
12:37 pm: First sign of life. The pressure is growing. You already have 5 lbs of impacted poo in your colon and you basically just drank the "safe for humans" version of Drano. You feel a poop coming on finally. You think it's time. You're wrong. You get a little snake turd as a teaser.
Take note...this is the last semi-solid thing you will see leaving your body for the next 24 hours.
12:57 pm: That little science experiment you got cooking is about to reach it's boiling point. Your stomach is angry now. It hates you...you can feel it. You have exactly .3 seconds to make it to the nearest toilet but you can't run... NEVER run! You pray to god there is enough elasticity in your ahole to keep the gates closed 5 more steps as you start to preemptively undo your pants to save valuable time. Almost there. 3...2...1...
12:58 pm: Sweet Mary, mother of God...is this real life? Your cheeks barely hit the seat and all hell breaks loose. The poo / water mixture you've just created comes out with such force that it actually sprays the back of the toilet bowl at a 45 degree angle thus deflecting it in every direction but down.
Is that blood?
False alarm.
That's just the remnants of a cherry pie you ate at Thanksgiving...last year. The smell is horrid...the sound is frightening. Children are crying. You try to clench whats left of your ahole to soften the blow but it's not working. The whole house just heard your liquid fart as it gurgled out of your bottom.
1:06 pm- 8:30 pm: Everything's a blur. You have pooped out everything you have ever eaten since the day you were born, everything your ancestors have ever eaten since the early 1800's, and your bottom now feels like you have a flaming hot Cheeto and the tears of a thousand Jalapeno seeds stuck in it.
You're now curled up in the bathtub crying because you have to remain within arm's reach of the toilet at all times. You have the poop sweats.
You meet Jesus.
8:37 pm: Your family will never be able to unsee the things they've seen in the last 8 hours.
You're broken.
Your bottom broken.
Your spirit's broken.
Life as you know it will never be the same. But...tomorrow's a new day. You're going to wake up, throw on the only remaining pair of underwear you have that doesn't have a poop stain on it, and you're going to run up to Target with the last shred of dignity you have left...and buy yourself a new toilet brush. You've earned it.

Funny as hell! You described my experience last year to a T.

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Well articulated!

that's weird.
I didn't have any problems like that.

Thats funny

Seen it several times.

And....chicken broth is suddenly a delicacy.

Or just 1 bean thang from Allsups will do

One of those slight unpleasantries that can save your life, or extend it if you've been a hard headed idiot & put it off too long.

Humorous take on an unpleasant situation.

LMAO

One would think with today's technology there would be an easier method, instead of blowing your insides out for a Colonoscopy.

been there, its not fun

On Monday

I just rejoined the THF, just now after being gone for five or so years and read this thread....Laughed so hard I threw up!

My colon cleansing before my colonoscopy involved a product called Movie Prep, definitely not something to drink before going to the movie theater. I remember the instructions in bold capital letters
[b][/b] IT IS RECOMMENDED TO GENTLY DAUB THE SPHINCTER WHILE CLEANING ONESELF TO PREVENT PAPER CUTS.
Of course, i read that about halfway through the cleansing

Though the story is hilarious, it wasn't that bad. But yes, chicken broth was the savior. I haven't had one bite of Jello in over ten years, which reminds me..............

It's time to make the appointment.

Been through 3 of those with fond memories none of mine were that bad.