Pondering during a c diff infection

To shit or not to shit. That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler behind my sack to suffer the farts and brewing of inglorious indigestion or take arms against the sea of troubles and by holding it end them. To shit, to fart no more- and by fart to say we end the ass ache, and a thousand ripple shocks that air moves flesh to. Tis an evacuation devoutly to be wished. To fart, to shit- to shit, perhaps to wipe. Aye, there's the rub. For in that shit of death what stinks might come when we have blasted out some brown coil, and gives us pause. There's a respect to the anus that make so long of turd.