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My brother will tell his story...
I recall being a small boy and reporting in sick to the Superintendent’s office with a pain in my tummy.
“Son, do you mean to tell me that you have not had a bowel movement for over a week?” the man was offended by it.
“Yes sir.”
“Trousers off, up on the table on your tummy; you must not leave it so long; this will not hurt.”
I can laugh at it now, but the poor man had to wear rubber gloves to rub soap and warm water into my rectum. Then he used a rubber syringe to squirt in a soapy solution and delved around to remove several hard lumps of my rock hard excrement which I saw lying in a shallow white dish.
“That should soften it up for you son; lie there a few minutes, then wipe yourself with this towel. Disgrace, you know, not going to the toilet.
