I’ve got my blood test booked for next Friday. My Dad was diagnosed when he was a little bit older than I am now but he’d obviously had symptoms for a while without telling anyone. He managed to get another 7-8 years with various treatments but it eventually spread elsewhere. One of his best friends saw what he went through but still kept his symptoms to himself and is now in a similar situation. If in doubt....…
I'm reminded of one of my favourite jokes: Little Johnny comes back to school from his summer holidays and the teacher asks everyone to tell the class what they'd got up to during the break. Johnny stands up and tells the teacher "Well Miss, I went down the woods with all me mates, we found some frogs an' we stuck bangers up their ****ing arseholes". Horrified, the teacher screeched "Rectum, Johnny, rectum!" "Wrecked 'em?" Johnny replied, "Wrecked em? It blew 'em to ****ing pieces, Miss!"
Ook, ooh, an excuse to revive an old joke. It's better delivered orally though. "I wandered peacefully through a field, and stopped to pick a buttercup, and I remember thinking, what a strange place to leave a buttock."
If it's old jokes we're after, here goes. I recently had to provide a series of samples for my doctor. He said he wanted a stool sample, a urine sample, a blood sample and a semen sample. I left my underpants with the receptionist.
