Squatty Potty, Toilet Stool to Help With Healthy Natural Elimination, Have You Heard of This?

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Just saw the inventors of this stool on the show Shark Tanks, and they did make a deal to sell them on QVC with one of the sharks. I don't think I would ever bother getting one for myself, unless I had a real health issue with constipation, etc. The idea makes sense though, guess these folks have already sold a lot of them. Have you ever heard of these, or know someone who has one?


 

They may be on to something, I always felt something was off after sitting too long on the commode, though maybe in my case it was just me sitting too long because I became engrossed in some reading materials. I think I have some plastic items I might be able to to construct something similar to that little squatty thingamagig. Or just use a footstool even a few books in pinch, could alternate them so I can read from the top to bottom of the pile. :D.

Anyhoo, good find.
 
I guess it does make sense anatomically.. I would have to research to see if that muscle is really constricting the sigmoid colon in a sitting position. BUT.. most of the third world squats.. so I'm thinking it is the natural way to defecate..
 

QuickSilver said:
I guess it does make sense anatomically.. I would have to research to see if that muscle is really constricting the sigmoid colon in a sitting position. BUT.. most of the third world squats.. so I'm thinking it is the natural way to defecate..
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The third world squats because they don't have indoor plumbing, not necessarily because it's a better way. But when I used them I can tell you I went as fast as I could to get out of there and because it was killing my legs! Homes in Uganda often had a pit toilet for a 'long call' or for women there was just a place with a cloth hung around for a 'short call'. No TP. Sometimes ripped up newspapers.
 
jujube said:
You haven't lived until you've had to use a squatty-potty on a rocking ferry in a storm while eight months pregnant. I had my fill of squatty-potties when we lived in Turkey. Give me a good old toilet seat any day.
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Ugh. Sounds like torture!
 
I think I'll pass on that too - had enough of squatting over filthy holes in India, no TP - just water to wipe - When Indian people saved up a bit of cash, first thing they did was get themselves a western toilet built. Next came a stand up kitchen, in villages kitchen sink was just a short-walled square on the floor with a tap. Not my cup of tea, although chai shops served the greatest tea and pakoras.

I think I'll stick to fiber for colon health.
 
Falcon said:
Ya sit there too long (reading etc.) you're liable to get hemorrhoids. Do your business, stand up and get out

of there. Do your reading somewhere else.
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Nope, no hemmroids from sitting too long reading, just some butt indentations and maybe loss of blood circulation on the legs. Not like I'm reading the entire novel, sometimes I just do a few words of a puzzle sometime a magazine article, sometimes a couple of pages in a book. It really isn't all that serious, but, sometimes it the most relaxing moment to get in a bit of reading and not think about the turds human and other.
 
Cookie said:
I think I'll pass on that too - had enough of squatting over filthy holes in India, no TP - just water to wipe - When Indian people saved up a bit of cash, first thing they did was get themselves a western toilet built. Next came a stand up kitchen, in villages kitchen sink was just a short-walled square on the floor with a tap. Not my cup of tea, although chai shops served the greatest tea and pakoras.

I think I'll stick to fiber for colon health.
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This was so sad, I take such things for granted:( Thanks for sharing it Cookie.
 
jujube said:
You haven't lived until you've had to use a squatty-potty on a rocking ferry in a storm while eight months pregnant. I had my fill of squatty-potties when we lived in Turkey. Give me a good old toilet seat any day.
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I think we could start a reality show jujube. Someone will do it the way things are going in the world, why can't it be us to make that billion dollars;)
 
Yeah, I've had it with those so-called "reality shows".

How about some REAL reality shows:

Your husband just called and his parents are coming by for dinner in a half hour. You have half a pound of hamburger, a bag of noodles and a small block of moldy cheddar cheese. You have PMS and your supposedly-pottytrained three-year-old just pooped on the couch. What do you do?

You have seven minutes to get a half-dressed and wailing toddler in the car, deposited at the day-care center and get to your important meeting on time. You just put your thumb through your last pair of panty hose and you haven't had time to shave your legs. Can you pry the toddler off your leg at the door of the day care, dash into Walgreens to get some more hose, put them in the car while trying to find a parking place at work and get to your meeting before the boss asks you for a report that you weren't told to prepare?

You take your senile Grandmother to church on Easter Sunday. Once seated, she starts making racial comments in a voice that can be heard for three city blocks. How do you maneuver an elderly lady out of a large church while simultaneously apologizing to half the congregation. (OK, I've already done this one, so I know who wins....)

Those are the *REAL* reality shows. Phooey to the other ones....I mean, put me down on an island naked and expect me to survive with only two sticks, one match and a bandana to hold my hair back? Piece of cake!!!
 
OMG, memories of Erma Bombeck, you are wonderful jujube!! LOL!! You are so right too, the "reality" (so-called) is all staged, at least the ones I've checked out;)

I am serious, but I'm sure you know you have a real, writing talent;) Denise
 
After having bowel cancer and losing nearly half my bowel, I had to get one of those little stools at the dollar store so I would always be very relaxed and go easily. I heard about this from a doctor. I don't think I could or wood live without that little $1.00 stool.
 
AprilT said:
Nope, no hemmroids from sitting too long reading, just some butt indentations and maybe loss of blood circulation on the legs. Not like I'm reading the entire novel, sometimes I just do a few words of a puzzle sometime a magazine article, sometimes a couple of pages in a book. It really isn't all that serious, but, sometimes it the most relaxing moment to get in a bit of reading and not think about the turds human and other.
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Ima gonna tell ya a gross story about a patient I took care of shortly after becoming a nurse. This old guy had problems with incontinence, so his solution was to live on the bedside commode. He ate his meals on the potty and even slept while sitting on it. This went on for two weeks before someone decided he should get off the pot. Long story short.. he couldn't.. He developed pressure sores on his butt and he literally stuck to the seat. He had to be taken to the hospital, toilet seat and all to have it surgically removed. Gives a new meaning to $hit or get off the pot... doesn't it?
 
jujube said:
Yeah, I've had it with those so-called "reality shows".

How about some REAL reality shows:

Your husband just called and his parents are coming by for dinner in a half hour. You have half a pound of hamburger, a bag of noodles and a small block of moldy cheddar cheese. You have PMS and your supposedly-pottytrained three-year-old just pooped on the couch. What do you do?

You have seven minutes to get a half-dressed and wailing toddler in the car, deposited at the day-care center and get to your important meeting on time. You just put your thumb through your last pair of panty hose and you haven't had time to shave your legs. Can you pry the toddler off your leg at the door of the day care, dash into Walgreens to get some more hose, put them in the car while trying to find a parking place at work and get to your meeting before the boss asks you for a report that you weren't told to prepare?

You take your senile Grandmother to church on Easter Sunday. Once seated, she starts making racial comments in a voice that can be heard for three city blocks. How do you maneuver an elderly lady out of a large church while simultaneously apologizing to half the congregation. (OK, I've already done this one, so I know who wins....)

Those are the *REAL* reality shows. Phooey to the other ones....I mean, put me down on an island naked and expect me to survive with only two sticks, one match and a bandana to hold my hair back? Piece of cake!!!
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You must have been a stand-up comedienne in a past life and brought your talent with you! You're a treasure to read jujube. Keep it coming please because we all need a good chuckle now and then!
 

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