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Going to the toilet was a nightmare, I would hold my *** and poo for hours, For fear of sitting on the low toilet seat, It was pain and toil getting up. Now, a raised toilet over  two bricks, And a grab bar, Has made my life Shangrila, No more fear, No more anxiety, Just slip on the seat and RELAX, And do what you have to do.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
Relax
Going to the toilet was a nightmare, I would hold my *** and poo for hours, For fear of sitting on the low toilet seat, It was pain and toil getting up. Now, a raised toilet over  two bricks, And a grab bar, Has made my life Shangrila, No more fear, No more anxiety, Just slip on the seat and RELAX, And do what you have to do.
Arthritis and knee pain had made it difficult for me to go to loo.
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72/F/Tanzania
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
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