To poop or not to poop...

...that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The farts and rumbles of outrageous digestion,
Or to take medicines against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?

To ache in sleep; No more;
and by a poop to say we end
The belly-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.

To poop and sleep;
To sleep in relief: perchance to release: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep what relief may come
When we have shuffled off this smelly coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes necessity of so long life.

Its been 8 days honey. When will you poop?





...with apologies to Shakespeare