Is it his Birthday Today T.W?A very happy birthday to you.
You now have as many years as there are trombones in the hit parade, could be worse though, Rover looks like he's reached Nena's red balloons.
It's our time.
Cityzen is more Chris Farlowe. Speaking of Rover initially, I hope his hospital visit yesterday went well.
Happy birthday Buck and **** you TW.A very happy birthday to you.
You now have as many years as there are trombones in the hit parade, could be worse though, Rover looks like he's reached Nena's red balloons.
It's our time.
It did go well, eventually thank ya. I'll leave out the gory details.
A problem shared is a problem halvedIt did go well, eventually thank ya. I'll leave out the gory details.
I took the laxatives as prescribed by the paperwork given (times, diet whilst taking). I had to take the first sachet at 9am which I did, it kicked in around 12pm right when I was supposed to take me dinner, that never happened.A problem shared is a problem halved
Spill...
I took the laxatives as prescribed by the paperwork given (times, diet whilst taking). I had to take the first sachet at 9am which I did, it kicked in around 12pm right when I was supposed to take me dinner, that never happened.
4pm, take the second sachet, which by then I was wondering why after what had come out of me so far. No, no,no. Was I wrong, then came the ****ing downpour, Jesus Christ Alfucking mighty, did that bastard come.
6pm had to drink half of the jar of Omnipaque, apparently this was a mild laxative but was mainly for enabling better CT images.
By now I couldn't feel my rinse piece at all and thought I was dying, the ****ing laxative was ****ing NUCLEAR!!!!!
10pm, drink remaining contents of Omnipaque and carry on crapping.
By this time i'd worn a track in my carpet between me bedroom and the bathroom, I have never felt like this in my life, I was in two minds whether to pull the lifeline for help.
It just wouldn't stop, I didn't think a person had that much in 'em. All night I was up knowing my appointment was early at 9-15am and I already had a taxi booked for 8-15 am. When it came time to my taxi time I was still letting go, I thought where the **** is it all coming from, 18 ****ing hours!!!!
Taxi came but paid him off, no way was I getting into his car like I was, as soon as I could I phoned the hospital to tell 'em I can't leave the bathroom so can't keep my appointment.
They asked if I had any pads which I said no, then they said if I don't come now they'll give me another appointment date and seeing as i'd done all the hard work already they didn't want me to go through it all again.
So they recommended I use an old tea towel and make a pad out of it and literally get me arse there. I agreed to that and called another taxi, got to the hospital and had the procedure done.
Holy ****, I never want to go through that again, I literally thought I was dying, that laxative is so ****ing strong it's unbelievable. As a warning to you all, if your told you're taking Picolax in the future, write your ****ing wills out.
Thank ya mate, 2/3 weeks wait, unless it's serious of course but i'm feeling fine.
I did advise the other day that 4 litres in = 25 litres out
I had lemon flavour,bloody delicious and I'm personally in favour of a mandatory purge once yearly!!
Anyway,I hope they found nothing of concern and take care of yourself,it's done
Hope you wash the tea towel before you use it again.I took the laxatives as prescribed by the paperwork given (times, diet whilst taking). I had to take the first sachet at 9am which I did, it kicked in around 12pm right when I was supposed to take me dinner, that never happened.
4pm, take the second sachet, which by then I was wondering why after what had come out of me so far. No, no,no. Was I wrong, then came the ****ing downpour, Jesus Christ Alfucking mighty, did that bastard come.
6pm had to drink half of the jar of Omnipaque, apparently this was a mild laxative but was mainly for enabling better CT images.
By now I couldn't feel my rinse piece at all and thought I was dying, the ****ing laxative was ****ing NUCLEAR!!!!!
10pm, drink remaining contents of Omnipaque and carry on crapping.
By this time i'd worn a track in my carpet between me bedroom and the bathroom, I have never felt like this in my life, I was in two minds whether to pull the lifeline for help.
It just wouldn't stop, I didn't think a person had that much in 'em. All night I was up knowing my appointment was early at 9-15am and I already had a taxi booked for 8-15 am. When it came time to my taxi time I was still letting go, I thought where the **** is it all coming from, 18 ****ing hours!!!!
Taxi came but paid him off, no way was I getting into his car like I was, as soon as I could I phoned the hospital to tell 'em I can't leave the bathroom so can't keep my appointment.
They asked if I had any pads which I said no, then they said if I don't come now they'll give me another appointment date and seeing as i'd done all the hard work already they didn't want me to go through it all again.
So they recommended I use an old tea towel and make a pad out of it and literally get me arse there. I agreed to that and called another taxi, got to the hospital and had the procedure done.
Holy ****, I never want to go through that again, I literally thought I was dying, that laxative is so ****ing strong it's unbelievable. As a warning to you all, if your told you're taking Picolax in the future, write your ****ing wills out.
It's on me head now as a sun screen.
Ah, hence the term '**** for brains'.It's on me head now as a sun screen.
That brings back memories. And like you say, not particularly nice ones either. I must admit it made me smile, hope you’re doing ok.I took the laxatives as prescribed by the paperwork given (times, diet whilst taking). I had to take the first sachet at 9am which I did, it kicked in around 12pm right when I was supposed to take me dinner, that never happened.
4pm, take the second sachet, which by then I was wondering why after what had come out of me so far. No, no,no. Was I wrong, then came the ****ing downpour, Jesus Christ Alfucking mighty, did that bastard come.
6pm had to drink half of the jar of Omnipaque, apparently this was a mild laxative but was mainly for enabling better CT images.
By now I couldn't feel my rinse piece at all and thought I was dying, the ****ing laxative was ****ing NUCLEAR!!!!!
10pm, drink remaining contents of Omnipaque and carry on crapping.
By this time i'd worn a track in my carpet between me bedroom and the bathroom, I have never felt like this in my life, I was in two minds whether to pull the lifeline for help.
It just wouldn't stop, I didn't think a person had that much in 'em. All night I was up knowing my appointment was early at 9-15am and I already had a taxi booked for 8-15 am. When it came time to my taxi time I was still letting go, I thought where the **** is it all coming from, 18 ****ing hours!!!!
Taxi came but paid him off, no way was I getting into his car like I was, as soon as I could I phoned the hospital to tell 'em I can't leave the bathroom so can't keep my appointment.
They asked if I had any pads which I said no, then they said if I don't come now they'll give me another appointment date and seeing as i'd done all the hard work already they didn't want me to go through it all again.
So they recommended I use an old tea towel and make a pad out of it and literally get me arse there. I agreed to that and called another taxi, got to the hospital and had the procedure done.
Holy ****, I never want to go through that again, I literally thought I was dying, that laxative is so ****ing strong it's unbelievable. As a warning to you all, if your told you're taking Picolax in the future, write your ****ing wills out.
Thank you I am, more or less back to normal now.
