The long awaited botty appointment arrived today. I took the day off as I had saved up loads of overtime for just this purpose.
I was worried that they had not sent any suppositories this time so they could shine there huge torch up my nether regions.I need not have worried though, as whilst in the waiting room I was hit with a dose of the Gandhi's revenge, thus making my inner parts extremely clean and shiny!!!.
Whilst waiting they had to call security as a fight nearly broke out between two warring mothers and a very unruly kid. Actually this woman had 2 kids and one aged about 15 proceeded to wipe the NHS board showing what Doctors were on attendance, completely clean. The mother just laughed, so the other lady was quite within her rights to 'have a go'.
Unfortunately, before the punch up started I was called for my slot.
I saw a different Doctor this time who could not understand why I was still having problems? He told me that the CT scan was clear so no worries there (!)
He said he would take another look though. So up went the tube and he inflated my lower bot to the size of the World Cup Football. Seems the dangly things they found last time were gone.... and nothing else was in sight.
His only explanation was that the nerve endings in my departure lounge were extremely sensitive. So I was told not to worry and if I bled again just go and see the doctor.....
So looks like I have to grin and derriere it for the rest of my life? If you wish to experience what it is like then go and find a porcupine and stick it about 3 inches up your bot. Should give you a fair idea. Is my mind put at rest now..........what do you think??
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