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Several years ago I developed a stomach problem which resulted in me being hospitalised on a number of occasions, in an attempt to diagnose the problem I had, over a period of time a number of tests done at my local hospital as an outpatient.
The first was a series of X-rays, nothing found,followed by ultrasound, which found a kidney issue, finally, I was sent for a Barium Meal test, which wasn't as bad as I'd heard people say it was.
Having had the Barium test I mentioned to the nurse that I was thinking of going into town for a wander around she gave me a rather strange look, before replying, "I really wouldn't do that if I were you". I was puzzled by this remark, but even more so by her second, she glanced at her watch, then asked, "how long will it take you to get home"? to which I replied, "about 15 or 20 minutes", "hmm, you should make it if you go straight there, I really would if I were you" she continued, opening the door and leading me to the exit.
I walked to my car and drove out of the hospital, although I felt fine there was something, not so much about what she'd said, but how she'd said it, that I found disturbing! My stomach felt better than it had ever done, no pain, no grumbling, nothing, yet I still decided to go home, and it was luck I did.
I had almost reached my house, in fact, I'd just turned into my street and had a little over 1/4 of a mile to my front door when I was hit by a sudden urge, it was a no warning urge, nothing before it, no small grumbles or anything, just like an 'I need to shit now' sort of urge! I clenched my butt cheeks together and hurried on, reached my house and reversed into the drive, there it was again, a massive shit was imminent, I reckoned, by the feeling, only seconds away.
I leapt from the car thankfully none of the neighbours were out because they always want to chat, doorkey in hand I leg it towards the door, thank god I'm wearing tight black jeans, I think as another massive urge hits me, one more like that and it's out. I just get inside and make it to the bathroom, rip down my jeans and before I can sit down, it's like a bomb has gone off.
Talk about the bottom falling out of your world, it felt like the world had fallen out of my bottom, it kept going, none stop for about 5 minutes, there couldn't possibly have been anything left inside me.Eventually I felt safe enough to leave the bathroom and although I felt fine, I wasn't confident about leaving the house, just in case anything else happened.
I was telling someone about this a few weeks later, they'd had several of them done, and knew all about the procedure. Apparently, the barium liquid is so heavy that it pushes everything to the bottom, and then out, this usually takes about 20 minutes and is unstoppable, hence why they tell you to go straight home. I daren't think what would have happened had I got stuck in a traffic jam, put it this way, it would have added a whole new meaning to the expression 'being in the shit', be warned.
The first was a series of X-rays, nothing found,followed by ultrasound, which found a kidney issue, finally, I was sent for a Barium Meal test, which wasn't as bad as I'd heard people say it was.
Having had the Barium test I mentioned to the nurse that I was thinking of going into town for a wander around she gave me a rather strange look, before replying, "I really wouldn't do that if I were you". I was puzzled by this remark, but even more so by her second, she glanced at her watch, then asked, "how long will it take you to get home"? to which I replied, "about 15 or 20 minutes", "hmm, you should make it if you go straight there, I really would if I were you" she continued, opening the door and leading me to the exit.
I walked to my car and drove out of the hospital, although I felt fine there was something, not so much about what she'd said, but how she'd said it, that I found disturbing! My stomach felt better than it had ever done, no pain, no grumbling, nothing, yet I still decided to go home, and it was luck I did.
I had almost reached my house, in fact, I'd just turned into my street and had a little over 1/4 of a mile to my front door when I was hit by a sudden urge, it was a no warning urge, nothing before it, no small grumbles or anything, just like an 'I need to shit now' sort of urge! I clenched my butt cheeks together and hurried on, reached my house and reversed into the drive, there it was again, a massive shit was imminent, I reckoned, by the feeling, only seconds away.
I leapt from the car thankfully none of the neighbours were out because they always want to chat, doorkey in hand I leg it towards the door, thank god I'm wearing tight black jeans, I think as another massive urge hits me, one more like that and it's out. I just get inside and make it to the bathroom, rip down my jeans and before I can sit down, it's like a bomb has gone off.
Talk about the bottom falling out of your world, it felt like the world had fallen out of my bottom, it kept going, none stop for about 5 minutes, there couldn't possibly have been anything left inside me.Eventually I felt safe enough to leave the bathroom and although I felt fine, I wasn't confident about leaving the house, just in case anything else happened.
I was telling someone about this a few weeks later, they'd had several of them done, and knew all about the procedure. Apparently, the barium liquid is so heavy that it pushes everything to the bottom, and then out, this usually takes about 20 minutes and is unstoppable, hence why they tell you to go straight home. I daren't think what would have happened had I got stuck in a traffic jam, put it this way, it would have added a whole new meaning to the expression 'being in the shit', be warned.