When I was 18, I worked in a nursing home as a part time evening care assistant and one evening I responded to an alarm bell from a lady with dementia.
She was sitting on the toilet extremely agitated and confused with tears streaming down her face.
It was obvious she was in excruciating pain
WHY?
Because she had a fully sized elephant poo wedged in her bottom.
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| Shameless selfie ;) |
So just when you feel that Cancer has humiliated you enough, you spend well over an hour rummaging around in your own backside with a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen to assist with the proceedings.
http://kriscarr.com/blog/your-guide-to-healthy-poop/
http://kriscarr.com/blog/your-guide-to-healthy-poop/
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| 'You should consider yourself a hero' |
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