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On the subject of prostates, I had to prostrate myself for the prostate examination, which meant getting at least my 'O'level and consisted of what I can only describe as a fisting process of the anal passage. Very unpleasant for me if not the doctor who I always suspected was a bit like that. With a name like Whimple, what could you expect.
This reminds me of the time I was given the various treatment options for haemorrhoids, two of which were constriction by rubber band until they died and dropped off or freeze drying which had the same effect.The former seemed a bit hit and miss to me as shedding haemorrhoids at random places and times could lead to all sorts of misunderstandings.As for the latter, I'd heard nasty rumours about abuses of this procedure, in particular concerning one frustrated female doctor with a grudge who had turned the equipment on the unfortunate recipient's testicles and freeze dried them, before stuffing a large rag doll up his anal passage and sending him home with the feet hanging out.This was enough to scare the shit out of me, if not the piles, as my GPs are all big, nasty looking women that think all men are wimps because they don't endure the pain of childbirth. Hardly my fault but unarguably the truth.In the end I opted for steroid suppoositories but for all the good they did I might as well have shoved them up my backside.