@Zoffiel, oh indeed. Whilst having the taxol portion of The Great Noxious Nightmare of chemo, I developed some sort of neuropathy in my bottom. Always felt as if I had either toilet paper or my knickers stuck in my crack. But then (red face here), it happened a few times that I thought I was merely going to sound the old bottom bassoon, and ended up with more than I bargained for. After that, I took to releasing the aforementioned windypops on the loo to avoid dastardly results. Fortunately, the situation has improved, but I still have to be very cautious that I don't do the dirty.
