Oi Cityzen...
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When I had three in six months they told me that I was fine twice straight after and the last time it was a couple of days.
About a month after, I had an emergency gall bladder removal. It was that what was the issue.
Happy belated birthday Cityzen, everyone’s talking **** as usual.
I'd prefer one or two days, not that I worry about the results, it is what it is.
Glad you got your's sorted eventually, are you ok now?
It sorted out a few problems. To be honest with pneumonia, then the gall bladder and last year my dive incident, my mate say even if I was a cat, I’m pushing my luck.
The poo tests kept giving mixed results hence having them repeated.
On these Colonoscopies I find the laxative part the worst part of 'em, though this was the first time i'd had it done by CT scanner.
Whoever said "a problem shared is a problem halved" wants shooting.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.
Ric pushed me for an answer.Whoever said "a problem shared is a problem halved" wants shooting.
You just couldn't keep it shut, your mouth either.Ric pushed me for an answer.
It's our time.
The graphic detail was riveting and kept us all in suspense right up to the part with the tea towel acting as a homemade pad.Ric pushed me for an answer.
Ever since vern got a girlfriend
Hes really mellowed out and shows how jovial he is
Hes really mellowed out and shows how jovial he is
Have some respect for my inflatable Airlie Bird. She is decked out in black and white and has a face like Knocker Norton.Long may it continue, provided 'she' stays inflated.
It's our time.
And "Flighty one"Ah, hence the term 'on the nest'.
It's our time.
Belatedly the same from me TW. Remember first posting his 70th birthday on this forum 6 years ago. Easy to remember D Day!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.
