Being bad on purpose

I was bad last night. We went over to a friend's house to watch a movie, and we didn't get home until 11:30 or so. I hadn't eaten dinner, so I was just going to grab a bowl of dry cereal.

Usually, if it's after 8pm, I don't eat because I've found that if I do, I wake up with a very angry stomach. Last night, however, I was just really hungry and a bowl of cereal didn't sound good. What did sound good was a bowl of oatmeal and a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Poptart. For me, this meal equals bad news. Oatmeal always make me feel like I need to use the restroom right away, and the Poptarts just destroy my stomach, so this meal choice was a horrible one, especially at almost midnight. The oatmeal made it even worse because it has nuts and seeds in it...my body won't even touch those, but it does make it angry. But I wanted to do something that I was sure would cause me problems and see what happened.

I was fully expecting to wake up the next morning and have to book it to the bathroom.

I had to wake up early this morning because the DirecTV guy was supposed to be here from 8-noon, so I got up before 8 and started tidying up the house. It was a complete wreck, so I was busy until about 9. That's when I stopped all of a sudden and just started laughing. I didn't even have to go. First of all, I'm never given the choice of whether I have to go or not- when I've gotta go, I have to go. But this morning, I didn't even feel the need to at all. That never happens. Ever.

I wake up every morning, and go to the bathroom right away. Literally, every single morning without fail. Even though this has been a fabulous weekend so far thanks to my symptoms holding off, I'm still reluctant to say this is because of the coccyx adjustment. I won't determine that until I've gone more than a month without symptoms, but things are looking up.