They could prolong, not save, my life.I had an expiry date – like yogurts! At first, I wasn’t too worried.
I mean, sorry to be crude, but we all get bunged up sometimes, don’t we?
But by October 2014, I’d not done a number two for a month.
I was doubled over with pain.
My stomach was so bloated, I looked six months pregnant!
‘What’s going on?’ I yelped to my hubby Warren, 44.
Desperate, I visited my GP, who prescribed laxatives.
Still, I didn’t pass anything.
Then, one morning, I had to dash for the loo.
Only, I gagged, as vomit poured out of my mouth.
A porridge-like, horrible, greeny-brown gunk.
Disgusting.
Back and forth to my GP,
I had several ultrasound scans but nothing showed up.
Eight months…
