Well ladies, my Tuesday afternoon has taken a turn. Scroll on if poo talk is not for you.
They sent me for an xray this morning as I have not pooped since Thursday and have been vomiting and feeling sick.
So, I am laying here minding my own business this afternoon when Dishy Doctor approaches and says "I need to examine your back passage" Well, before I could blink he has his finger up my bum and is telling my all about my back passage and the state of my poop. I have never felt more discombobulated. The NHS. The gift that keeps on giving.
Dishy Doctor said he will be back later. Who knows what treat he has in store for me then.
Why is it always the hunky ones that do these jobs?!