My hubby is booked in at the hospital for a rectal exam. I feel for him, I really do. It must be horrible. I couldn't help but laugh though, when he got the letter from the hospital. It gave him a password to access his appointment details on the internet. The password is daisy target.
Thanks Joy. Sorry for being so personal, but Paul hasn't been given any instructions about whether he should eat or starve himself prior to the exam. (Think you know where this is going). Do you know if Bill was given an enema to empty his bowels at the hospital? Sorry if this is too personal. [:o(
not at all pet, Bill had to drink this concoction to do the trick, the first time he had it done, they gave him the equivalent of valium to relax him, the second time they didn't, he vowed never to have another
A chap in a wheelchair wheeled himself out of a shop I was in. One of his wheels caught a big bin full of reduced items near the exit. He dragged the bin with him out of the shop, and all its contents spilled out.
I know it was awful of me to laugh, but I just couldn't help myself. Fortunately he thought it was funny too, and we laughed together as I picked up all the stuff and put it back in the bin.