In 2002 I was recovering in hospital from major bowel surgery, The ward happened to be an old fashioned Nightingale ward, open style.
Two doctors came around with a trolley carrying case notes. A doctor asked me from a distance of eight feet away if I had passed wind from my anus. A male visitor at the bedside of the woman next to me made a dirty joke at the top of his voice about me farting. The doctors laughed
Anyone else struggle with this?
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.


