Possible outing but, what the heck.
DH travelled with a large sporting event to Asia and the trip involved many internal flights as well. Did he heed my tender advice to keep hydrated, avoid alcohol, possibly take some senna, eat lots of fibre? Did he bollocks so by Day 8, he couldn't walk he was so impacted.
He had to tell the young, attractive tour organiser that his shit was concrete who in turn had to be his translator at the pharmacy, where they sold him a pack of what he now calls, 'Vicious Little Pink Bastards'. He was, at the time, in too much pain and discomfort to have any dignity at that point. He recalls that the pharmacy and his assistant kept grinning at him as they sold him the Vicious Little Pink Bastards but he thought it was in sympathy. He could barely bend his legs to get back into the taxi for his hotel.
Anyway, the dosage was to take 1 at bedtime, but given that this was at 10 in the morning, he swallowed one there and then in desperation. In further desperation and impatience an hour later, he wisely decided to swallow another THREE and took to his bed.
By 2 the next morning, he was in dire straits and was leaving teethmarks in his arms to stifle his screams. He'd made it to the toilet but had to bin his boxer shorts and pyjama bottoms (dispatched furtively in a public bin the next day).
He was then too scared to go out in public for the next 2 days because, and I quote, "of the molten lava that was pouring out of my arse".
Oh how we laugh. That'll teach him.
That said, in hindsight, he's learnt his lesson and drinks a pint of water every few hours and doesn't hammer the alcohol when on rugby tour.
I also agree that these over the counter laxatives should come with more warnings - as much as we laugh, they really do cause a lot of pain.