[Going back in time on this one, folks. Been talking things over with my writing partner, finding things that I never wrote about and probably should have. So I’m filling in blanks here. [Just to get you situated, timeline-wise: I’ve had the stroke, had the open-heart surgery, and now I’m in St. Paul’s for a month, recovering before I can be transferred to rehab. What you’re about to read happened in April of 2014 or so. [Got it? Good. Here we go. -Scott] The ever-present eternal question from both doctors and nurses during my month-long hospital stay was this: Are you constipated? I…