I had pancreatitis a few years ago and it was terrible- caused by a trapped gallstone. After a week of morphine and painkillers in hospital I hadn't pooed at all since before I went into hospital.
I told the nurses who didn't do anything so I told the consultant the next day. He said I had to have an enema. They gave me it on the ward - 5 others in the bay on a gastro ward. Curtains pulled round the bed. It had no effect at all except I produced the most enormous, horribly stinky, painful and very loud fart (from behind the curtains). I heard the elderly lady across the other side of the bay say in a horrified voice 'Oh dear me!'.
They tried again with something else and I felt it begin to work. There was no way I was staying behind a curtain on a bedpan with them all listening. I got out of bed, I had no pyjama bottoms on so wrapped my towel around my bottom half and dragging my drip stand I made my way to the bathrooms- my insides were making awful noises, I was groaning with the cramps and trying to keep everything 'tight' so nothing fell out on the way. I was still in pain anyway and could only hobble. The elderly lady called after me 'I wouldn't like to be you when that comes out pet'.
It was terrible. I got to the bathroom and just stripped off. The poo was huge and couldn't come out but was it was determined to. I was so scared . I was sweating all over and the pain was awful as I eventually delivered it- worse than giving birth. I thought I was going to faint.I was light-headed , sweat was running off me. And the smell!
I had to sit for about 10 minutes until I recovered. Then I had a long, hot shower and went back to bed, exhausted. My bay mates were all 'Oh was it awful?' I just nodded.
A few minutes later a nurse went into the bathroom and came straight back out saying 'God the smell in there is terrible!' . I was mortified and pretended to be asleep.