Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Advent, Day 18; Piles, Day 5


I’m still in Haemorrhoid Hell.
I haven’t checked up my arse with a mirror, but I bet it looks like a burst red grapefruit.
I called NHS Direct for some advice today. The lady said “I know it can be uncomfortable, but as long as you’re not passing blood there’s no need to worry..”
I said “How long can this go on for?”
She said “They normally clear up within two weeks”
I said “Jesus, I can’t take this for another fortnight…”

To distract myself from the horror, I’ve written a Christmas poem:

Philippa and me
and a Christmas tree 
That’s how perfect life can be

Swapping gifts
and a mistletoe kiss 
Life doesn’t get much better than this 

A walk in the snow 
A Christmas glow 
and fat men shouting “Ho! Ho! Ho!” 

A Winter cheer 
A glass of beer 
and me standing up all day to alleviate the pain up my arse because it feels like I’ve been raped by a bear..

Damn it, I was doing so well…

RC 18-12-12

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