Oh------- go-on then.
This relates to a very painful experience as a result of a cocktail of prescription drugs, spending a lot of time laying down and poor diet.
Without the need for going into any further detail i'm collected by ambulance from my home. I'm in a lot of pain and fitting. The ambulance crew administer gas which runs out and they don't have another.
When I'm admitted to A&E i'm still in a lot of pain but no-one will administer anything to help for ages. After some time I get something and drift away.
I'm vaguely aware of being attended to at the rectum, then after some time when the the injected narcotics wear-off I want to go for a poo.
Nurse says I can't leave the trolly until a doctor sees me, I say, "I want to poo".
So, I get of my trolley but i'm naked other than this gown covering my front because they undid all the ties, no nurse around and i'm busting to go so walk through the A&E waiting area looking for a toilet with my whole body on display but my private parts covered by the flapping gown.
I find a toilet, let myself in and have an evacuation you could write a book about then start to pass-out, as I feel myself going I get up, open the door and fall into the corridor.
In hindsight all of this is funny coming from a pal who was sitting in the waiting area waiting to see how I am, I should never have been left unsupervised, I had been been injected with a narcotic to control my pain and was ignored when I asked for help to go to the toilet.
How are you supposed to start and maintain a healthy lifestyle if it completely removes a wine lover’s reason to live?
Richard.