Stolen from reddit:
After 6 months of methadone my poop turned into rock hard logs. Every morning I would have to insert a suppository and wait for it to melt into lube. Then I would get some inhalants and huff to near blackout. Only then was I prepared for the pain I was about to endure. It took so much willpower just to push through the pain to get a turtle head, the next push would get it fully crowned and I had to huff more to keep from passing out from the pain. The final push was not so bad because all the stretching was done, but I could feel the length of the log exiting, scraping nerve endings as it passed. Once the log was out I would sit still and enjoy the waves of relief my now heavily bleeding poopchute felt as it slowly retracted to normal size. After letting it bleed for a bit and catching my breath I was ready for a baby wipe and my day to start. Only to live a cycle of fear knowing that I was going to have to do it all again in the morning. I can still remember the worst one, just getting that bastard to crown took 20 minutes of huffing, deep breathing, and micro-pushes just to get it positioned for the real push. It sat in the toilet, covered in blood, and refusing to flush because of how dense and long it was. I had to break it up into pieces to get it to flush.
