You know you’re getting long in the tooth when you’re regularly called in by the quack to check for a pulse. The latest invitation dropping onto the mat was for bowel cancer screening. Apparently, there’s a national programme to screen everyone over the age of 55. My invitation came with an evening appointment and a handy little leaflet written in plain English even I can understand.
Of course, I’m ever grateful my inescapable slide towards the slab is being carefully monitored by the white coat crew. I strongly suspect, however, they’d be less conscientious if I fessed up to my persistent alcohol dependency.
I won’t go into the precise nature of the procedure I’m about to endure. Suffice it to say, it’ll be a pain in the arse.
I did it once and will never do it again! It’s exactly what you say it is 😉
Let’s hope it’s a one off!
A few drinks and you won’t even notice…….
No change there, then 😀
. . and there was me thinking you were into self-analysis! Bon chance, my friend and may all your scopes be clear.
Thanks Alan. I’m sure (hope) it will be fine.
I’ve had this, and yes, it’s a bit of a pain. Butt (yes, I spelled it that way purposely) you’ll be fine the next day.
That’s good to know 😀
Isn’t it just a ‘scoop of poop’.
Sadly not. It involves cameras!
Aw, the dreaded colonoscopy. Just be glad you don’t have to get a mammogram as well. 😉
Is that called the double whammy? 😀
more like a triple whammy!
😀
The effects of the Picolax drink are the worse bit!!
No drink for me. Mine was was direct action at the other, if you get my drift. 😉