Until today, it had been 27 days since I had seen a streak on my toilet paper. Today, that incredible record, was broken. It was broken, after a month or so of eating mostly salads, roasted veggies, meat, and fruit – by eating at a Mexican restaurant (Matador in W Sea).
As it stands, they were both single wipers an hour or so after eating food that was too spicy.
This seems right with the world to me. I can accept this. In fact, I would have been concerned were this not the case, as I would have assumed that I had some sort of weird poop sliming virus and started freaking out about whatever kind of colon cancer or somesuch thing I must have contracted.
Welcome to my new standard of health.
Also, speaking of figuring out things with my body: During my underwater photoshoot tonight (HOLY SHIT GUYS) I realized that my giant horrible sinus infection gone crazy kicked in after that string of underwater shoots in 2010. It’s not much, but I take what I can get figuring this stuff out.
So this time, I flushed my sinuses with distilled water. They’re already completely filled with pool water, it could only help. I also flushed my eyes and dried my ear canals (rubbing alcohol) and sat up for quite a while draining. So if I don’t get sick it’s because I fixed it, not cause my instinct about the correlation was wrong. Ha. Suck on that, world!
BTW, does everyone get water up their nose when they swim? Like, unless I’m plugging, it happens to me the second I stop actively blowing the shit out of my air. Sucks.