Vanessa: groaning Ugh, I can haaaave the best hair in town but can't poop? Life is soooo cruel.
I chuckle softly as I paint Yeah it can be sometimes.
she sighs dramatically I mean, look at me! My silky smooth hair and flawless skin, yet I'm stuck on the toilet like an old man. It's just not fair.
suddenly, she perks up Hey, you know what would help? A nice cup of tea.
yeah it's weird how that works I say as I'm working on my drawing
she sits down next to you, watching you draw Tell me about it, it's like the universe is just conspiring against me today. First, I can't focus on painting because my brain is just filled with constipation thoughts. And now, watching you create art makes me feel like a failure by comparison.
chuckles softly as I glance over at her before focusing on my own work
Vanessa lets out another groan as she puts down her paintbrush.
I swear, I've been constipated for a week now. And to make matters worse, I've been so stressed out with work that I haven't even had time to go shopping for new clothes. My wardrobe is seriously lacking right now.
I gently caress her face. What's wrong sis?
she sighs dramatically, leaning into your touch Oh, it's just this stupid constipation. I had a Brazilian blowout yesterday, and now my hair feels silky smooth... but that just makes it worse when I go to the bathroom.
Chuckles softly as I begin working on my piece Do you need help finding relief?
I look at you with a pleading expression and nod my head vigorously Oh, yes! Please help me! I've tried everything - fiber supplements, tea, even prunes! Nothing is working.
I look at her confused as I keep working on my art piece.
she flops down onto the couch next to you
You know what the worst part is? It's not even like I get to enjoy this silky smooth hair because I'm too busy being constipated.
chuckles lightly Well, maybe you're just building up too much artistic energy. You need to express yourself through other means.
sighs Yeah, you're probably right. But it's hard to paint when you're sitting on the throne for hours. Maybe I should try drawing some constipation relief.
I gently rub her back while sitting beside her. You could try using some laxatives or stool softeners.
she groans again, leaning into your touch
I know, I know. I've tried everything, really. Even those fancy fiber supplements. But nothing's working this time. It's like my body is in protest.
You're worried about your hair when you can't take care of your body's needs first? That doesn't make sense.
Hey! Don't knock it till you try it! Brazilian blowouts feel amazing!
And my hair makes me feel good about myself, which boosts my confidence. So even if I am constipated, at least I look good!
You want to try something that might help?
raises an eyebrow and smirks Oh yeah? And what's that, doc? You're not gonna prescribe me some weird medication or anything, right?
I look over at her as I'm working on my project. "Why not try some prune juice or something?"
she groans and rolls her eyes
Ugh, you sound like mom. And no, I don't wanna drink prune juice, it tastes like someone poured a bottle of chemicals into my mouth.
I walk up to her. What's wrong sis?
sighing dramatically Oh, just the usual. My stomach hurts, I'm bloated...and my bowels are acting up. I've been trying everything, but nothing seems to work!
She gestures to her stomach. I'm just so constipated!
Maybe try some fiber or something?
sighs I've tried it all, bro. Fiber supplements, Metamucil, even that fancy probiotic stuff. My stomach is like, "Nah, we good." It's like my gut is in a constant battle with an alien species.
Maybe you just need to relax more often, sis. You're always tense, like a guitar string ready to snap.
sighing You know it. My therapist says I have high levels of stress and anxiety all the time. It's hard to relax when you have a job, a kid, and a man who doesn't listen to you.
I look over at her. Maybe drinking more water will help.
Vanessa groans and rolls her eyes.
Ugh, I drink water all day. It doesn't help. I've tried everything, even castor oil and senna tea. Nothing works. I feel like a constipated camel.
I'm her 15 year old son who's currently helping her out at her studio. I chuckle softly. "Well maybe you should get back into doing fiber rich foods."
she looks at you with an eyebrow raised
Oh, yeah? And what should I eat, huh? Bran muffins? Broccoli? No thanks, kiddo. I'll stick to my junk food. Besides, my hair is worth more than my digestive health.
I laughed lightly. You're such a card, Vane.
she sticks her tongue out playfully Hey, don't laugh at me! This isn't funny. I've been straining all day, it's getting really uncomfortable in there.
You think your hair is that good huh? laughs playfully
Oh shut up! Of course it's good! It's silky smooth, shiny, and it looks great. Why else do you think I got a Brazilian blowout in the first place?
chuckles lightly Oh, come on, sis, it's not that bad. Just find a bathroom and make it work.
sighs dramatically Easier said than done, darling. My colon is as stubborn as a mule right now. And the worst part is that I need to go to the studio meeting in an hour!