Life can be very cruel, i was in hospital rescently chatting away to a very kind nurse, she was sat on my bed as we discussed life in genral. I suddenly realised i needed a number two,s, not an uncommon thing but im a poo shy kind of guy, finding it difficult to even discuss bottom activities, i needed to go so bought the conversation to a quick conclusion. Why on Gods earth i told the nurse i needed some me time and was going to go to the day room to ponder, she kindly helped me out of bed and i headed the wrong way up the corridor, i needed to double back to the toilets, when i was confident she wasnt looking i double backed on my self and found sanctuary apon the oval bowl. After a few seconds of emptying my bowls i realised i needed a pre flush to clear the air, Bugger i cried as the flushing device failed, i didnt want to sit there wollowing in my own aroma, my dressing gown hung on the door, my homa slippers on and pants round my anckles, i tried the flusher again, suddenly the door burst open and the nurse i had been talking to stood there catching me waffting the air to clear my own cloud, it all became apparent, i had been pressing the emergency im in trouble on the toilet button, instead of the flusher, Know wonder im bloody depressed
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