It is no fun to feel clogged up with cement – and, as history teaches us, it can be fatal. But we need to learn to talk about it
My friend has frightful constipation. I’ll call her X because she’s embarrassed by it. She staggered to the chemist and asked to speak to the pharmacist. “You can tell me what’s wrong,” said the assistant. “He’s out the back. I’ll tell him.”
“Constipation,” whispered my friend.
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It is no fun to feel clogged up with cement – and, as history teaches us, it can be fatal. But we need to learn to talk about it
My friend has frightful constipation. I’ll call her X because she’s embarrassed by it. She staggered to the chemist and asked to speak to the pharmacist. “You can tell me what’s wrong,” said the assistant. “He’s out the back. I’ll tell him.”
“Constipation,” whispered my friend.
