To be precise I received it over a week ago, and I know exactly what it is. If anyone is thinking its bad luck to open presents before Xmas day, hold on to your horses a minute....let me try and explain.........
When first presented with this unwelcome gift, I did what I normaly do, without opening it I give it a good feel, and then have a guess ........ umm pair of socks, umm handkerchiefs.......
The noticeable thing after careful examination was it smallness, and although slightly raised in the centre, I concluded it was one of those everyday things. However after a few days had past, it was really starting to bug me; second thoughts were beginning to enter my head. It's no good; I need to have another feel.
My first guess as to what this gift could be was obviously incorrect. After another finger examination I concluded this was no ordinary one, my second diagnosis I knew for sure this was one hell of a mother, it was the beast of all beasts.
Instantly I was transferred back to one of my childhood memories, the time I was last given one of these. I guess I was around 11 years of age, you know that time when the voice starts breaking, and the balls are ready for dropping.
When I showed my parents they looked quite shocked and concerned, and Mother especially couldn't wait to get her hands on it and give it a loving squeeze.
Boy o' boy it really hurt like fuck when I left its fate in Mother's hands. I was assured it would be for the best, and once Mount Etna had belched everything would settle back to normal.
I don't mind admitting it brought tears to my eyes, but they were right, after a good heavy squeeze, true to their word the monster receded, and I never saw another like it again..... Well until this day some 30+ years later.
Mother bless her is still alive, but I have to go through this one on my own. The pain this beast is causing when sitting down is chronic, to describe it, well it feels like someone is operating on my bollocks without anaesthetics.
I've tried sitting on 4 inches of foam, but it doesn't help, I've discovered the only comfortable way to sit in a chair is with the ass at a 30 degrees angle which is approx the same angle one takes when squeezing a fart.
How could this happen at this time of the year. I'm trying not to imagine sitting down to Xmas dinner with friends, leaning to the one side, and having to answer all the embarrassing questions raised, and being accused of trying to pass wind at the table.
I need to sort this out now. This unwelcome visitor must be removed; it's time to evict the squatter.
Taking hold of it by the scruff of the neck and squeezing, it was no good, not only was the pain fuckin unbearable, but things were not ready yet.
The volcano was no where near to boiling over, the eruption of yellow molten lava was a few days off at least.
Bugger and Blast... Why me.
Then this morning after yet another uncomfortable night’s sleep I arose and did what I normally do, sat on the edge of the bed, (only at a slight angle this time) having a scratch, and trying to think of good reason to get dressed. On standing up I felt something running down my leg. Shit! I've become incontinent overnight! I had visions of sitting in the Doctor's surgery and being told "Well Mr Holic I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is your bodily functions have sought and gained independence, and you are no longer required, the good news is say hello to your new friend Mr Jiffy the colostomy bag. I have a strong feeling you are going to become close friends" snap out of it I told myself, so after cautiously feeling my butt cheek I was jubilant, Thank you Jesus, thank you, thank you, the dormant volcano has at last reached a crescendo and spewed out it's contents,
The pain relief was almost instant, my Xmas is saved. I'm cured.
Just in case you are wondering what it was......... It was a boil on my Ass, and let me tell you for nothing......it ain't funny.
Being serious, I failed to disclose my real fear when discovering this ever increasing lump. Yep my thoughts and fears were of Cancer.
Having just seen my best school friend buried due to it, the shock is still with me. I will miss our occasional get together Mac thanks for a loyal friendship, we had a few laughs didn't we.
Good health to everyone, and may our numbers for the Lottery of Life never get drawn.
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