Just in case anyone thought the blog was getting soft.
In honour of tomorrow’s colonoscopy, a flashback from nearly four years ago, and my first one. To paraphrase the old Bali tshirt – my brother went to Mexico and all he brought me back was this lousy gastro-intestinal parasite. Blastocystis hominis has similar symptoms to bowel cancer, so off I went.
The scans don’t bother me until a couple of days before. At the most blase end of the spectrum, they’re a formality. At the most melodramatic, you find out if you’re going to die.
At least a cystoscopy doesn’t require three shots of industrial strength laxative!