Today I am due to go into horsepickle to have a camera shoved where no camera has a right to be. It was decided by those in the know that whilst I was there and sedated they might as well shove one down my throat and into my stomach.
Not something I have been looking forward to but being dreadfully British about the 'rather unpleasant matter' stoically did as I was instructed. Nothing solid has crossed my lips since 4pm yesterday and Yesterday evening I drank three and a half pints of a ghastly concoction meant to clean out the gibblety area below my umbilicus. I patiently waited for the promised deluge which didn't come.
I now have to wait until 8.30 am to phone the clinic for advice.
I am not a happy bunny.
