Ever since I learned that Elvis died with more than 30 lbs of feces in his body all I can think of is….. how???? Assuming a person is continuing to eat day after day, how can you continue to put things in and have nothing come out? I don’t understand why your body wouldn’t force you to expel what’s in your system (well before 30lbs) one way or another?
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I saw a comment about vomiting shit, which ought to be recognized as part of the answer to this question. There’s another part I haven’t seen yet: shit can also end up coming out the urethra when you pee.
I have diverticulitis, and my sigmoid colon is going away next week in a surgery. It basically stopped working. I knew I had a problem, because it hurt like hell. I had no idea that it had become perforated and attached to my bladder. That was found in the CT scans I received after having gone to the ER.
At that time, I actually had not had a diverticulitis episode for many months, and have tried very hard to adhere to a diet that keeps me working properly. I do a very intricate dance with fiber- can’t have too much and can’t have not enough; must drink water all the time; get exercise; be careful what and how much I eat. The stuff about seeds and small things getting stuck in you is a myth, but you do have to work at keeping things functional.
Not yet knowing that a small amount of poop was getting into my bladder, I had developed a severe UTI and been living with some discomfort and taking antibiotics for the UTI. My doctor and I both thought that a UTI was all it was, until I woke up with significant abdominal pain one morning.
At first I thought I just had a stomach bug, maybe the flu. After a couple of hours, I thought maybe it was something worse, took a covid test and it was negative. Not long after that I was calling my husband to come home and help me, but before he could make it through the front door, I was calling an ambulance. The pain went from bearable but unpleasant to holy fuck this hurts worse than anything I’ve ever felt before in a matter of a couple of hours. By then, of course, I knew it was a more severe instance of diverticulitis than I’d ever experienced before.
I was transferred from the local ER to a larger hospital and kept there for six days on IV antibiotics and pain killers. On day 2 or 3, I can’t remember which (Fentanyl and Dilaudid) I had the startling experience of pooping when I peed. I just about lost my mind along with my dignity.
But here we are, at the point where I finally get the surgery I’ve apparently needed for some time, and I hear this will improve my life by a lot. In the month and a half since the event that necessitated the painful ambulance ride over a bumpy mountain highway, I’ve lost nearly 30 lbs due to being on a liquid diet. That’s also going to be an improvement and I should be back to hiking and doing all the other stuff I love doing by late winter/early spring.
For anyone with diverticulitis, please take it seriously and proactively, so you don’t end up shitting when you pee. I had always known my grandpa had it, but turns out so do a few other family members, and they just don’t talk about it, since a lot of people don’t want to tell you something like this happened to them. I don’t care anymore. If I can help someone else avoid going through this, I will.
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