Oysters, oysters, oysters galore
2 days later lying on a doctor's examination table, the sickest I have ever felt in my life.
Dizzy, nauseous, sweating, chills, burning up, the lot.

"So, please pull down your trousers and turn over on your side..."
More doctor talk... murmuring behind me... doctor talking to an assistant...

Then

What's that?
Am I shitting?
Aow.
Am I passing a stool?
...nn..nnn...nnnnnnope.

He's got his fucking finger up my arse.
And he's having a good rummage. Jesus.
...
...
... aaaaaaannnndddd...

Jesus.

I think he's out.

"Okay! For the next few days eat a lot of blue cheese and yoghurt, that will help kill the blah blah blah..."

Now I understood the look in the eyes of the cows on the end of Christopher Timothy's arm.
(roysin, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 17:19, Reply)