When I was in sixth grade my teacher would spend the first hour of the day doing devotions. She'd read us a story from a children's devotional--these inevitably involved gossiping girls or rough-housing boys on the playground--and then go around the room and take prayer requests.
On one memorable morning--the only memorable one, come to think of it--Caitlin asked for prayers for her grandmother. She was old and sick and constipated, she said. "What's constipated?" asked Brett.
"It means you can't poop," said Caitlin matter-of-factly. My teacher sort of spluttered--she was a soft, powdery sort of woman who had probably never used the word poop in her life--but she couldn't deny that this was, indeed, what constipated meant.
I remember that morning so vividly because it was the first time I'd heard of this particular condition. Not being able to poop? Could that happen?
Now that I'm older and wiser, I can say unequivocally that yes, it can happen. And I can further say that if one's workplace is having a lunchtime pizza party and stuffed crust pizza is on the menu and if one is already prone to poop problems, the stuffed crust is a bad idea.
And that's absolutely all I'm going to say about that.
...except that I'm rethinking that brie appetizer I had planned for our dinner party this weekend.
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