We have all had them, my latest went as follows;
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So I had these pains in my lower gut that became more frequent as time passed, saw the doc and after he had examined the one eyed cat he confirmed my suspicions that I have Diverticulitis and sent me for a Barium Enema at Wolverhampton's New Cross Hospital. First, before the visit I had to spend a couple of days on a very bland diet then the day before the visit I had to take a couple of doses of an evil laxative. Eye of needle was an easy target. Then no food for 24 hours.
At the hospital I was asked to undress and climb into one of those backless gowns and lie on a table under a huge 'C' shaped machine. The rubber tube was a lot easier to take than the doctors digit and the Barium went in without any trouble. Then my by now sorely abused bladder was inflated with air so that the X-ray machine could get a good picture. The table was rotated and tilted until the air inside rose to the top of my gut and started to hurt.
Finally after almost 45 minutes it was all over and I was set free, ignoring the nice nurses advice to sit and have a cup of coffee in the rest room next to the toilet I had seen someone else with a cup of brown stuff) and feeling starved I decided to walk into Wolverhampton town centre to get something to eat. Almost exactly halfway between town and hospital the pain in my gut got worse (did I forget to mention that I had an injection to relax the bowel) The air in my stomach had nowhere to go but down and my bladder still had the barium residue inside. Suddenly I was leaking and was unable to contract a muscle to stop it happening. Walking crab like to keep my back to the wall I headed for the bus station and a public toilet, after a few yards it was 'sod the crab motion' and get there fast.
The fun started in the toilet cubicle; As I dropped the kecks and sat down the huge bubble of air was released. Now I am old but too young to remember, but you will recall the huge explosion that destroyed Krakatoa.The noise was heard halfway around the World and the shock wave killed thousands. In the confines of the porcelain palace the sound was not quite so loud it reverberated around the room and frightened away any other visitors, It recalled the engine noise of the German V1 Flying Bomb that blew up my house in London. At the same time I must have attained an air pressure discharge of above 180lbs per sq ft and I was raised almost two inches off the seat. My grey Calvin Kleins were pure white from the barium and so was the crotch of my shorts. Luckily I had a spare set of underwear but the shorts had to go back on.
I WENT HOME