When I was a junior doctor I once had to do a rectal examination in the middle of the night on a very obese patient whose bedlight was broken.
When I left the ward I realised that I had shit smeared up my shirt sleeve past the level of my elbow.
Also my friend had someone die whilst he was in the middle of doing a rectal examination.
Does that help
( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Thu 6 Feb 2014, 13:22, archived)

yeah, ta very much

( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Thu 6 Feb 2014, 13:30, archived)