I was constipated this morning and took one cupful of “MOM” for good measure. Morning mass went without incident of farting and smelling up the place. I noticed too that the old men sitting to my left are either not present or don’t smell as bad.
After mass, the grumbling sound and gaseous pressure eminating from my lower abdomen signaled its distress — it was time to poop. So I had decided to go upstairs and do my “number two”. And straining in a few seconds, one solid, light-brown colored poo came out of my body! Another but shorter version came out easily too.
Anyway, I needed to flush the toilet and had my right hand on the knob of the faucet leading to the toilet in case the bowl overflowed. Sure enough, the damn unit would NOT flush! As I saw the water rise slowly upward, I quickly turned the water off.
After around one dozen gallons of hot water from the nearby tub and via the pink-colored wash basin from Maw’s hospital stays long ago, I was able to let gravity do the flushing. It worked. Some water spilled onto the floor but I didn’t mind cleaning up my own mess. After all, as per an old Japanese article, it’s good discipline to wipe down the lid and bowl of the toilet: “Cleaniness is next to godliness.”
Tip for the day: Poo downstairs. If you are unsure, if long cow poo won’t flush, turn off the damn faucet! Use buckets of at least HOT water to break up long cow poo: This allow for cleaner toilet and assurance of flushing later on.
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