Life imitating art?

There's a line in the 1990s movie 'Glengarry Glen Ross' which has Al Pacino's character (Ricky something?) asking a question that goes something like, "Have you ever had a shit that made you feel like you'd slept for a week?"
I've never really understood it. Found it funny, yes. But never really understood it.
Until today.
I have been, to be honest with you, uncharacteristically constipated over the past few days. It's not a feeling I'm used to, and I'm not sure what caused it, but it's been very uncomfortable and a little troubling. And I'm sorry for introducing this topic to my normally verbose, intellectual and educational blogsite, but it's the truth, and maybe me sharing about it here will prompt others to feel less embarrassed about their own experiences. Defecating is, after all, a regular process that is common to us all.
So - constipation. I don't know what caused it, as I've been continuing with my less-meat/more-greens diet change that has upped my energy levels considerably, but it was getting worrying. I did a bit of research and learnt that it might be stress related, so maybe the onslaught of bad weather and the resultant complaints from visitors may have contributed to my body not working as it normally does. It's also possible that once I noticed it, and started worrying about it, it exacerbated it. The mind is a powerful thing, after all. I tried various remedies like meditation, drinking hot water, and relaxing my muscles in sequence, but nothing was making anything shift, and for 24 hours or so I was feeling like I had a Fender Stratocaster stuck in my colon.
Then, this morning, I ate a BIG bowl of Alpen, with some extra fruit added (blueberries and mango), and as soon as I got to work I had a large mug of strong black coffee, and that combination did the trick. Spectacularly. I was walking over to a security meeting and had to detour quickly to the staff toilet.
I then spent the next ten minutes in the cubicle, and for about 8 minutes of that time (rough estimate) stuff was leaving my body. And I'm not talking about sweat. (although there was a fair amount of that too.) It left me feeling utterly exhausted. Like I'd run a half-marathon wearing a suit of armour and then walked up ten flights of stairs.
I feel weak, emptied, shattered and decimated.

At least I don't feel blocked though; so that's something.

RC 12-6-26