johnny the fox Posted 23 March 2015 Posted 23 March 2015 I have irrigated quite a few colons.... all the ladies say the recommend it.... names and addresses supplied..
Jimothy Posted 23 March 2015 Posted 23 March 2015 Colonic irrigation? You know where you can shove that!
Stadt Posted 23 March 2015 Posted 23 March 2015 Colonic irrigation? You know where you can shove that! in the cupboard?
Vardinhio Posted 23 March 2015 Posted 23 March 2015 A friend had it, he says his farts are far less smelly. Possibly due to the air not having to float around chunks of stuck feaceas in your colon.
ozleicester Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 Coffee enema's are apparently the de rigueur.... go figure? 10 Reasons Why You Should Try A Coffee Enema Reduces levels of toxicity by up to 600%. Cleans and heals the colon, improving peristalis. Increases energy levels, improves mental clarity and mood. Helps with depression, bad moods, sluggishness. Helps eliminate parasites and candida. Improves digestion, bile flow, eases bloating. Detoxifies the liver and helps repair the liver. Can help heal chronic health conditions (along with following a mainly raw plant based diet). Helps ease "die-off" or detox reactions during periods of fasting or juice fasting, cleansing or healing. Used regularly in the Gerson Institute treatment protocol for healing cancer patients naturally
Julian Joachim Jr Shabadoo Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 Do you like pina colonics, and getting caught in the rain?
Rocket-Ron Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 A friend of mine won one of these in a works raffle (he works in an office full of women). said it was a bit uncomfortable whilst happening but never felt better after, said it was like walking on air. The nurse was telling him what was coming out whilst having it, said at one point she mentioned that a bit of beef had passed through, he hadn't had beef in about a month just shows what lingers in there
StanSP Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 He 'won' a colonic irrigation?! What kind of prize is that
HEGGSY Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 He 'won' a colonic irrigation?! What kind of prize is that !
Finnegan Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 Don't think your gp would particularly recommend any of these therapies.
cambridgefox Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 Don't think your gp would particularly recommend any of these therapies.Heard some Dr on the radio talking about ruptures whist having it done.No thanks.Perhaps merge thread with " dried Apricots" seems to do the trick.
Mike Oxlong Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 Our Karcher makes a great job of it. Washes the car and cleans the patio too.
Rocket-Ron Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 He 'won' a colonic irrigation?! What kind of prize is that I think he was expected to give it to one of the girls, but thought fuck it and went ahead with it honestly said he'd never felt better after.
The Doctor Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 All a load of woo - same as detoxing. The stuff that comes out is either supposed to be there or would have been cleared next time you visited the crapper. Also, things like coffee enemas are quite dangerous and present a risk of getting bacteria in your bloodstream (leading to infection) or rectal perforation - still, if you'd like a broken and infected arse they're quite good.
Mike Oxlong Posted 24 March 2015 Posted 24 March 2015 The Leicester City Forum would benefit from a good treatment.
Mike Oxlong Posted 27 March 2015 Posted 27 March 2015 Horses for courses I guess! I was 32 when I met the love of my life. She was 92 Gregor Collins Follow contributor Published: 09:30 GMT Friday, 27 March 2015 25 Comments Celebrating Maria’s 94th birthday together. Photograph: Gregor Collins “Despite the age difference between us, I would forget every day that she was what others considered ‘old’” Advertisement I remember the first time we met. I listened to the wheels of her walker rolling down the old carpet of her 1970s redwood bungalow and, moments later, rounding the corner was a spiffy 92-year-old woman who stood up straight, scanned the room like a curious little bunny rabbit, and settled on the new guy: “And you must be Gregor”. She said it with the most delightfully lilting Viennese accent I’d ever heard. It was love at first sentence, something I never thought existed. I was 32 at the time, and an actor. A friend convinced me to interview for a job as caregiver to an elderly woman named Maria Altmann (played by Helen Mirren in the upcoming biopic Woman in Gold). I wasn’t excited about the idea in general - the only time I would ever even consider being a caregiver was to play one on TV. But I went along anyway and was nervous about it. I don’t know. Maybe the deepest part of me sensed something big was about to happen. She wore a colorful silk scarf, a green cashmere sweater and bright white trousers that day. I’d never seen someone so elegant, yet there was something childlike about her too. She had an insatiable curiosity about everything. We sat down together as if we were the only two people in the room. And she listened to me not with her ears but with her heart. On that morning my life changed, and believe me, I don’t just let any girl sweep me off my feet. I set everything aside for the next three years until her death, the first of someone I truly loved in my entire life. Our connection was immediate. It was like we had met in another life. Despite the age difference between us, I would daily forget she was what others may consider old. We both felt like we were in our 20s, and we would admit that to each other regularly, without it ever getting uncomfortable. It was just perfectly magical. My friends were really supportive and were all eager to meet her. I was very selective about who I introduced her to, though. It was like I was taking them to meet my new girlfriend, and all the butterflies that come with that. The last thing I wanted was for a woman with such gentility, who in many ways saw me as perfect, to see me with a bunch of goons. In the beginning, it concerned me that someone might think our uncommon bond was weird or inappropriate, but it wasn’t even remotely the case. Because anyone who knew our relationship understood it, and her family was thankful that their mother had someone like me that made her happy. Maria really meant everything to me. I said to her once: “Maria, you’re like a mother, a grandmother, and a friend to me.” And she responded: “What about a mistress?” We laughed together all day about these kinds of things. There’s no doubt we looked at each other romantically, but not in a physical sense. We were soul mates. Supernatural lovers, if you will. Over the next three years Maria introduced me to a whole new world of art, music and culture, regaling me with incredible stories of her charmed childhood growing up in the preeminent Bloch-Bauer family in Vienna. She told about her harrowing escape from the Nazis in 1938 with her husband, their migration to Los Angeles in 1942, and the epic Supreme Court case to recover her uncle’s paintings by Gustav Klimt. Many anecdotes she told me were filled with details you could never find in history books. Not only did I grow by being exposed to this world of culture, but my relationship with Maria also led me to ask myself difficult questions about life, the pursuit of my dreams and what my future would hold. The most difficult questions were: Why do I love this woman so much? Why does she love me? I struggled a great deal with the second one. In my eyes I didn’t do anything to deserve her love. But she saw things in me I never saw in myself. Like she’d always say: “You’re so elegant.” No one had ever called me that, especially someone who actually was the very definition of the word. Maria died on 7 February, 2011. I stood there and watched her take her last breaths. I didn’t want Maria before I met her, but I needed her once I did. We were exactly what we both needed. At the funeral her daughter Margie came up to me and said: “You were the last great love of my mother’s life.” To hear it said aloud from a family member brought tears of gratitude, and humility - that I had the chance to make someone’s last three years on earth a pleasure. Since I met Maria I’ve done some of the best creative work of my life. She guides me in everything I do. True love never ends.
DANGEROUS TIGER Posted 29 March 2015 Posted 29 March 2015 Paraffin does a great job, but don't get near a naked flame.
Webbo Posted 29 March 2015 Posted 29 March 2015 Paraffin does a great job, but don't get near a naked flame. You shove paraffin up your bum?
Mike Oxlong Posted 29 March 2015 Posted 29 March 2015 I have two vids of my last procedure for sale @ 50 notes the pair.
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