Scrobs has had a few problems eating of late, whereby swallowing was becoming a bit of a chore, and it was making both Mrs O'Blene, (and also Scrobs, who was trying to do the actual swallowing) somewhat upset and side-looking at the consequences.
Scrobs' good business/friend chum, had also experienced these symptoms some time awhile back, and he'd had a rough time getting to grips with the reality that something wasn't quite right, and being the lovely bloke he is, he soldiered on.
While good chum was going through this turmoil, Scrobs found that he was getting the same symptoms, and yeah, it ain't pleasant...
Scrobs' chum was 'seen to' by a special surgeon and is - apparently (in his case, just bloody right), in fine fettle, as I hope to find when we order several glasses of vino in a few days time, and we'll compare notes!
Funny old thing, ain't it? You've got this far, (68) and have escaped the awful nasties so far, but then a silly old squeeze occurs somewhere down the gullet, and then you think, 'well, why the f*** did this happen now'!
Reevers (RVI) has posted that he's recently been through far, far worse, and I'm so relieved to hear that he's still OK, so there's a great result for everyone!
Hey-ho and off we go - it's all ok now, and the subject can just about rest...
The pic is a recent view of Scrobs interstices, and I hope will become a David Bailey icon - one day!
7 comments:
Pleased to hear you are okay. Not sure if the pic shows you at your best though.
I'm fine, Mr H! The pic is apparently from somewhere about two ft from the throat, and shows bugger all as far as I can see. I just thought you might like to see something...
I'm just hoping the camera went down and not the long way up!
Well thank you for sharing the intriguing image of
you whistle... it looks alright to me, I can't quite get
it if something is wrong or not so i shall keep an eye out
to make sure you're OK!
When i first looked down your throat I was just about to
tuck into a large slice of Pizza,
Maybe my visit to Mr Scrobs was ill-timed,
But I do hope all is ok,
Take care,
love Di xxx.
Well thank you for sharing the intriguing image of
you whistle... it looks alright to me, I can't quite get
it if something is wrong or not so i shall keep an eye out
to make sure you're OK!
When i first looked down your throat I was just about to
tuck into a large slice of Pizza,
Maybe my visit to Mr Scrobs was ill-timed,
But I do hope all is ok,
Take care,
love Di xxx.
Thud, it was hetero and conventional, believe me! All's fine and apart from being the sole attention of four pretty nurses, I'll be much better when I eventually realise what they did...
Hiyaaaaah Trubes - apparently in stereo, so that makes the figures stand out, don't it!
I really am on top form, it was a simple check-up to ensure that nothing was getting in the way of Scrobs' 'Steakhouse Syndrome'! (Google that, it's fascinating)!
We don't ever eat steak, and meat is always down to a couple of ounces max each meal, as it just doesn't work, having any more these days!
I'm sorry I ruined your pizza, if it had come from the local heated road-kill joint near here, I might have saved you from certain indigestion...
Bless you, long legs!
xxx
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