I am rather attentive on perceiving my bodily needs and, generally speaking, I take good care of myself. Although I noticed how my comfortable range of air temperature is somewhat narrower than many other people's, years of healthy diet without junk food and positive attitude plus regular enemas tickling sweet spots in my lower brain (other than fulfilling/pampering/cleansing, that is) fine tuned my immunitary system so that from my mid-twenties on I could say goodbye once for all to colds, cough, flu, infections, overreaction to climate changes and so on, which interspersed my childhood well into my teens. If anything, I never get constipated and slugginess doesn't bother me either. Later on I also learned to deal with everyday life's psychological distress with my own variation of a meditation pattern.
However my otherwise impeccable regularity gets easily upset by traveling, the sole oddity for the time being and the only source of mild discomfort I can actually relate to far into my early childhood when my mother used to pack the red bulb within her luggage upon leaving for the summer holidays at sea. After our settling in and enjoying the first sunrays and baths, at the end of the day I knew I just couldn't go whatever amount of stool I had inside me. A few bulbfuls of warm camomile were in order to get my gut on the go, and for the rest of the month I would experience no further issues.
In a way things haven't changed as much: nowadays a short drive usually goes unnoticed but after a long trip either by car, boat, or train, whenever I wouldn't expect a dump in short time my colon seems to disconnect from the rest of my innards as any urge simply vanishes so that I regularly miss the 'appointment' even if I have been moving around, carrying things, eating regular meals, and hydrating myself adequately. A quick enema sorts it out in no time but if I don't take one as soon as I feel the need for it things may stay somewhat sluggish for days until the next spontaneous bowel movement (usually huge, often uncomfortable) brings my system back to work with no hint of after effects but leaving me askew from the exertion more often than not. This happens nearly every time I take a long travel even if I keep drinking a lot. As I said, in everyday life am oblivious to bowel diseases and this little inconvenience doesn't bother me at all, yet I still have to figure out what it is.
While is true that I would do the same just because I enjoy enemas wherever I happen to be (and a relaxing fill at the end of a mile-collecting hectic day work wonders for the spirit allowing good rest afterwards too), this is another good reason for having my travel enema kit at hand whenever I leave home for three or more days. A compact zippered case stores a folding syringe kit with 30FR silicone rectal tube, about twenty 9-gram packets of sea salt (pour 'n' stir) in a waterproof bag, table spoon, suction cup, shelf hook, S-hook, and small pack of paper towels. Depending on location and circumstances I also pick up my ultra-compact stand with screw-in hideaway tripod and swiveling ball head. It's a telescopic aluminium tube less than 17" long and about 1 1/3" at the thickest point when retracted and extends to almost 5' with less than 19" useful tripod area. Along with the set of hooks my stand covers all possible necessities as far as hanging the bag is concerned. You can't knock it accidentally and hope it won't tip because it will, but despite its flimsy appearance I found it stable enough to rely on it.
I still can't figure out whatever upsets my otherwise predictable colon while on a trip. I am aware that my little nuisance affects many people for I witnessed this phenomenon happen to quite a few among friends and travel mates while on vacation trips or even on tour. I also understand that plain non-specific distress may be implied in some instances but there have been even more times when a trip was uneventful and relaxing so I had no reason to reach destination in a battered state -which in fact I didn't- and that very night couldn't go just the same. Also note that digestion doesn't feel like being altered neither way; the issue is limited to what I just reported and I'm sure something in the ordeal must be related to mileage and time lag.
Anyone ever experienced such minor nuisances when traveling? Any thought on the matter? I'd also like to hear from anybody addressed to by a doctor or health care operator or wise soul upon questioning... Feel free to chime in.