I remember hearing about a free prostate exam that a group set up in public in (I think) New York. They had to start stamping people's hands when they'd been done, because they noticed that certain customers kept coming back. :crazy:i doubt many will be queing up for this. :moonie:
If you really want to shudder, look up 'Cystoscopy' on Wikipedia.
What? No outdoor broadcast van? The satellite dish definitely smarts a bit.The camera in itself isn't a big deal, its such a relief after they've sent up the camera, you think that its all over but you crap yourself when they send up the sound technicians and feckin lighting crew.
They never showed me the camera, and I'm grateful of that with hindsight. Maybe that's the bonus of going private (unless you did too.) I did get to see the inside of my prostate on telly though, which was 'interesting.' I thought the worst part was the anaesthetic. I'm sure they accidentally swapped it for battery acid - it burned like hell.I remember well during the first examination I had, the Doctor showing me the camera. The frigging thing must have been 30 inches long, trembling like a leaf, I asked
"Is that the small one then?"
Though the more you drink, the less it hurts. On the first one, I made the mistake of drinking less so I didn't have to go as often, but when I did, it was agony. On the second one, I was wise to that. I'm still hoping I never have a third.It isn't all over when you come out of the theatre either, the fusin basards make you drink litre after litre of bl**dy water, when you pee it out, it's like peeing broken glass.
Oh, they showed me the camera ... it looked not that bad ... 2mm wire with maybe a 3/4mm camera end ....... then when your not looking the swap it for a Nikon F5 .......They never showed me the camera