As a general rule, I do not examine the contents of the toilet bowl, much preferring to flush the evidence of what happens in that most private of places, away. There was a putative television doctor, who claimed to be able to diagnose a multitude of ailments solely based on a thorough examination of a turd. Whether or not her methods stand up to any scientific analysis doesn’t really concern me, it is the fact that every deposit has to be picked apart for evidence of good or bad health, that I find extremely bizarre. It is therefore quite surprising that I did notice when my motions contained an unexpected quantity of blood! Perhaps it was because I was experiencing severe stomach cramps and felt generally unwell that I choose to look but when confronted by a bloody stool I did what most people do and chose to ignore it.
I trained as a nurse, I know the potential significance of such a find. I would recommend, nay, insist that any of my loved ones, visit their GP and subject themselves to further investigations. But after a few days I felt better, the blood was gone and I rationalised away the symptoms as the result of a dodgy curry or an unexpected haemorrhoid. Life carries on, and bowel habits return to normal so why dwell on a minor aberration, a once only occurrence, far better it seemed to forget that episode and definitely not to look inside the toilet bowl again.