Okay, beautiful Sunday morning. I’m sitting at my computer going through my email, drinking a leisurely cup of coffee, and then … I gotta go. But I don’t wanna go. Not just yet. Just lemme finish reading my email. Then I’ll go.
Then the cramping starts. I really should go, now. Hmmm, okay. I’ll go. Just lemme finish my coffee.
So I get to the bathroom, and I CAN’T go!
Half an hour and lots of straining later, I have a clogged toilet!
We can put people on the moon. We can re-use space craft. Why can’t we make a psychiatric medication that doesn’t cause constipation?!