Before a soak.

After a nap.

I walked with the dogs around the block and this is what accumulated.

Around the block one time. This is a big part of the reason I quit my job as a morning stocker at Lowe's after a week. I can't really be wiping my ass every twenty minutes, and I sure as hell can't be walking round with pus building up in my shorts. It's worth noting that landing the job at Lowe's in particular was one of the only times I'd quit smoking for several weeks consecutively in order to pass the drug test. Obviously not worth it.

Woke up early this morning and had some bleeding.

Bit of blood... Too early to get up but I was rather hungry, so I ate some cereal and went back to bed.

No photo this afternoon because when I got up and around, I had to move a major bowel. To clarify, my stools have been normal for my standards: formed to moderately soft, with little or no undigested food visible. However, it is remarkably unfortunate I didn't have a photo to share, because there was a slightly alarming amount of blood from the wound. This discharge occurred over time and not as a result of the stool. Times like these call for a shower followed by an epsom soak. If I had a way to smoke a few huge bong rips, now would be a crucial time to do so. Edibles would also be ideal.