Thursday, March 31, 2011

pay-what-you-can sale story: Guadalupe

The Diarrhea Diaries

I never thought I would spend 12 hours a day on the toilet, but after I tripped last march and damaged my festicule (a gland that regulates the texture and regularity of female fecal delivery) my life has been consumed by diarrhea. Some days are better than others. I am sometimes able to walk my son to the park, and to play for half an hour with him before rushing back to the bathroom. Most of the time I make it, but it is not uncommon to have to walk half a mile squeezing my butt cheeks together, hoping against hope that I can hold off the deluge for just a few minutes longer. I have begun taking most of my meals in the bathroom to save time.
This new reality means that I spend the better part of my days sitting on the toilet. Those long hours can be hard on a girl. I know most of the ants by name, and I’ve had lots of time to examine the grout between the tiles and to count the number of rings on the shower curtain. I’m writing to ask if you’ll consider selling me the Gideon Bok and Tarmy’s portrait. How wonderful to be able to escape into the beauty of that dynamic image, a bright ray of light to illuminate the darkest corners of the bathroom, a precious reminder of the world outside of my bowels, an anchor for my eyes, and for my soul! I appreciate your consideration and eagerly await your reply.

Sincerely yours,
Guadalupe Simone

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