It's miserable
My bro has had a mystery digestive ailment for some time and has had to endure the indignity of having a camera in two places a camera should never go amongst the attempts to get to the er... bottom of the problem.

They still haven't diagnosed him but he is now cutting out gluten to see if it cures him, and it is no fun at all for him. The fucking stuff is EVERYWHERE. He's just started making his own bread though which is absolutely uncontaminated and totally delicious to boot.

Is your fella's sister now aware of the enormity of her ignorance and the horror of the results of it?
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 20:18, 1 reply)

I wrote this:
I once had a blog. As such, I wrote something. Something private. Something about my bum:

"Dear my colonoscopy,

Things you don't want to hear as you slip into sedation:

"Is this the clean camera?"

God bless the NHS"

It made it into The Guardian, featured in books, discussed on the radio. It was the colonoscopy heard 'round the world.

Luckily, they completely shit you up on drugs.

Tell him it gets easier. Curry is almost always OK.

She did call a couple of weeks later, "Yeah, well, I'M SORRY." Like it was his fault for having wonky guts.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 20:31, closed)