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Had issue with the old farmers a few years ago. Not nice.
Had a rough weekend and mrs made me make a GP appt for first thing monday morning. So I reluctantly agreed - planning to go to client late afterwards. So first off, showing young female GP my starfish at 9am on a monday morning.
Surprsingly she said I had to go to hospital straight away. So I agreed. Next few hours saw a few people looking at the old choccie. To be honest, it was killing me and I was crapping myself so I wasn't too bothered. Consultant came in (this was just a bed on a ward separated by curtain).
Actually had an anaesthetic in the ring piece, followed by some cutting, ending up with stitches. At one point it felt like he as using my bumhole like a bowling ball. At the end he asked me if I partook in anal sex at all. I did look at him a bit weird then I realised he meant being the taker. I assured him that was not my bus anyway. Even if it was I think I'd have been "up on blocks" for a while. To be fair, first visit to the Gary Glitter next day was a traumatic experience in itself!
To be fair at 1pm I was out of there and on my home. No chance of going to client that day. I did go next day (inc 45 mins each way sitting on train) and my arse was killing me. Permies at client knew what had gone on and took the p@ss relentlessly. Arse was killing for about a week.
All in all not much of a laugh. I did have to go back for a check up a month later but, knowing my marmite monster wasn't being prodded too much, it was no big deal letting someone check the poo pipe was looking shiny again.
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