Category Archive
The following is a list of all entries from the gross category.
Things I will never EVER do again.
Filed in Ewwwww!, gross, poo, too funny, ugh!, March 5, 2008, 9:08 amTotally ripped off from a post of Veronica’s (with kind permission, of course).
I will never ever wipe an old man’s bottom, clean up his mess and tuck him back into bed if he has the cheeky look of a dog with yellow eyes. (Have you heard the old country saying - never trust a dog […]
The good, the bad and the ugly.
Filed in Health, illness, country living, doctor related posts, family, friends, grateful, gross, poo, toddlers, ugh!, February 21, 2008, 8:40 amThe good;
My Parents in Law came up to visit yesterday and made me feel as though I was a partially competent parent.
My children were all ecstatic to be spending time with them.
We had a roast lamb ( with gluten free gravy).
Ivy had her first (almost) solid poo since…well, I don’t remember really… September 07, I […]
Yep, I could be in marketing…
Filed in colonoscopy, crazy mummy moments, endoscopy, gross, poo, ugh!, February 6, 2008, 2:25 pmOther names for a Picolax type product;
“Rectovac”.
“Doodoo Deluge”.
“Heavy Sh*t” (as opposed to Trish’s Go Lightly).
“Fire In The Hull”!
“Ring of Fire”.
“Alimentary, my dear doctor”!
“Colonic Draino”.
I know. I need to get a life.
Picolax poo, ewwwww!!!
Filed in Health, illness, I hate prednisone club, colonoscopy, doctor related posts, endoscopy, gross, ugh!, worry, , 11:38 amSo, the day has arrived when Ivy is no longer allowed to eat food. She can only drink clear fluids and she must also have her two doses of Picolax.
Ok, I can hear you all asking what Picolax is.
It is a mixture that one downs for… faecal evacuation, to cleanse the colon, to make sure […]
Hmmm…
Filed in children, gross, January 15, 2008, 8:58 pmIt’s been a big day bloggy friends. I haven’t got it in me to bore you to tears with Ivy sickness stories.
I only have one question to put to all of you out there.
When will the toilet humour stop?
How many times in one day can three eleven year olds laugh at their own flatulence?
Well? Does […]
