Warning: Toilet Talk Ahead

September 08, 20252 min read


This is a bit of an archive post - I’m not sure why I haven’t talked about this earlier but it occurred to me that for the sake of anyone going through a similar surgery that may be reading this it may be useful information. 

WARNING - if you don’t like toilet talk stop reading here. There’s nothing in here in regards to my recovery so you won’t miss anything. 

Morphine makes you constipated- really constipated. 

I had my first operation on Monday afternoon and I didn’t poo until Friday morning. (I am usually very regular 1-2 times a day for the record).

Apart from Monday when I had fasted, I ate 3 meals and snacks EVERY DAY. 

I couldn’t understand where all the food was going. 

I didn’t have any of the usual discomfort you’d expect with constipation but I’m guessing that’s because I was still on morphine! I did have an awful lot of wind that didn't seem to have an issues being released!

It wasn’t until Thursday that I started to get uncomfortable. 

My tummy was quite bloated and my insides felt blocked. Like a sausage skin fit to bursting which is possibly quite accurate! 

I was going into the hospital on Friday so I planned on asking the nurse for some lactulose (laxative) as I must have been pretty toxic inside. 

However on Thursday night I took a laxative tablet which did allow me to go before the hospital appointment came round. 

I didn’t feel like I’d released 3 days of food into the pan though as I still felt quite ‘full’

Over the weekend I had started to reduce my morphine intake and it directly correlated with how much movement I had / less morphine = more movement. 

I actually felt I’d reduced my morphine too quickly so went back on it for a few doses and immediately I couldn’t poo again. 

It wasn’t until I stopped the morphine completely that my bowel movements returned to normal. 

I should say not being able to ‘go’ was a bit of a blessing in those early days as the action of wiping was rather hindered by my inability to ‘reach around’ with my arm!

I’m Emma Lovelock - mum, partner, Pilates teacher, business owner… and now, for the second time in my life, a woman navigating breast cancer. This blog is my way of making sense of it all - from the first lump to whatever comes next. It’s honest, occasionally sweary, often emotional, and sometimes funny (because if you can’t laugh at your boobs, what can you laugh at?). Whether you’re here for solidarity, support, or sheer curiosity, thank you for walking this road with me.

Emma Lovelock

I’m Emma Lovelock - mum, partner, Pilates teacher, business owner… and now, for the second time in my life, a woman navigating breast cancer. This blog is my way of making sense of it all - from the first lump to whatever comes next. It’s honest, occasionally sweary, often emotional, and sometimes funny (because if you can’t laugh at your boobs, what can you laugh at?). Whether you’re here for solidarity, support, or sheer curiosity, thank you for walking this road with me.

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