I've had the squits for eighteen months - think a concrete-mixer filled with Bisto and set to "Fastest Possible" - and have been too stupid to go to the doctor's.
So, for my 50th birthday, The Lady I Walked To The Registry Office With "said it with arseholes" and gave me ... an appointment for a colonoscopy. It's in 48 hours' time.
I'm sure somebody on here has had this done, and I've got one question: You have to drink some muck a day before to make sure you're all ship-shape and Bristol fashion downstairs. (I imagine it's the equivalent of using caustic soda to clean out a motorbike's exhaust pipe.)
Now, what happens if the muck doesn't work properly? Do I have to eat rotten meat or something to make sure my arsehole's empty?
(I read the pamphlet they gave me. If the diagrams are anything to go by, the camera has the length and girth of a brontosaurus's neck.)
So, for my 50th birthday, The Lady I Walked To The Registry Office With "said it with arseholes" and gave me ... an appointment for a colonoscopy. It's in 48 hours' time.
I'm sure somebody on here has had this done, and I've got one question: You have to drink some muck a day before to make sure you're all ship-shape and Bristol fashion downstairs. (I imagine it's the equivalent of using caustic soda to clean out a motorbike's exhaust pipe.)
Now, what happens if the muck doesn't work properly? Do I have to eat rotten meat or something to make sure my arsehole's empty?
(I read the pamphlet they gave me. If the diagrams are anything to go by, the camera has the length and girth of a brontosaurus's neck.)
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