The bloody poop guy story was actually scary. I was waiting for the end of the story to be Dreamcatcher by Stephen King.

James: Fucking hell, my man. Just....fuck.

Well....glad to hear it. Normally these are kind of ...”oh no! got caught out hungover” situations....not life and death struggles.

Thank you! Glad to be here!

Good heavens, all the strength in the world to you, and congratulations on your family!

It’s okay. I’m still here!

Thank you sir! And there are more stories that follow as a result of my “confused” bowels! So much embarrassment! But what’s funny is funny!

How is James not the final chapter to this poopendium? That man richly deserves it. I honestly just wanted to quit after paragraph 1.

Good God, Jame’s story.

I can now give blood again, I’m trying to give back what I took and then some. I am still amazed at what they did to me to keep me going. I’m still in awe of it all, the Interventional radiologist took a tiny spring from and threaded it through my body to plug the leaky artery. It’s kind of crazy just typing it out.

I was sitting here at my desk laughing my fool head off when one of my co-workers (he enjoys the poop stories as much as I do) came back from a lumber delivery. He sees me with my face buried in my hands and my body shaking. He says to me with a big shit-eating grin on his face, “the Pooparoo is up?” I say yes and…

Bloops guy James wins so hard. Glad you made it, Sir.

It was a rare enough occurrence that most of the staff had heard about it in the hospital in other wings and buildings. And I went to a large hospital.

Thanks! Doing great! :)

James! Brother, I am sure glad you’re still with us. That sounds like hell on earth.

I kind of feel depressed after the bariatric surgery guy.

James, my man...you almost died!

couldn’t get like more than 4 lines into the blood clot one... jesus

I almost blooped myself reading these

James’ story is basically my biggest nightmare. Fuck that story forever