Although my sense of humour got me through yesterday, it could not help me last night. I could not get to sleep because I felt so uncomfy. It felt as though someone had a red hot poker and was gleefully shoving it up and down my spaghetti junction. Clambering out of bed I stupidly decided to go to work (well we already are one man down) picking the day with one of the heaviest coffins to lift. Just after this my boss sent me home as I had gone a funny colour?
The worse thing has been going to the toilet. They shove this devise up your a** that inflates the bowel and then attach bands around the dangly obstacles, hoping that at sometime they will drop off (knowing my luck in the middle of Sainsburys..I hope by the beetroot counter?) But in the mean time anything coming down has to pass the rubber bands? I had the awful thought that if I passed a poo it would hit the Bands and be flung half a mile out of the window and down the road. I am sore. I have not blown for 3 days and I am tired. But I am breathing so thats good isn't it.
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