How all occasions do inform against me to speed/spur? my dull colonoscopy. People have been telling me to have one for years but I never got around to it. Today I did.
The preparation start the night before when you swallow a huge dose of Japanese laxative, which comes in a bottle that looks as if it is for eye drops. You awake with only one thing on your mind. You then mix up 2 litres of slimy liquid and drink it. This keeps you very near the toilet all morning.
Lubricant
Off I go to the clinic place and get dressed up in charming Japanese robes which feature shorts with an un-laceable slit at the derriere. “No anesthetic!” I cry because I prefer pain to the hassle of getting someone to drive me home.
I lie on my side as a charming doctor inserts a Nikon D90 into my rectum and manipulates it around my colon until it reaches the entrance to the small intestine. In front of me is a screen on which I can follow the camera’s progress in real time.
It looks just like this.
Hai!
No pain – just a feeling of unusuality.
The movie is worth the money.
Clinic in Okinawa at 4:00. Notice the queues.
Guess you enjoy that kind of thing. I had a general anesthetic and let them get on with their fun without me. I don’t know if they use a Nikon D90 in Belgium (I didn’t ask) but at least it wasn’t a Brownie 127.
P.S. Whatever they do in there I must have failed because they told me not to bother them again for 10 years.
Glad to hear that your innards are disease free. ” My arse-hole is a private club – Members Only”