I was still apprehensive about my upcoming prostate biopsy even though having been told that it was standard practice to numb the area during the procedure. The day before it was to happen, I received a call from the hospital telling me the apparatus had just broken down and they were waiting for new probes to be delivered. Ever since the procedure was scheduled, I hadn’t given it a second thought how the samples of suspicious tissue were being harvested, and so the mention of probes sent my brain into overdrive. The procedure reminded me of the Luna Park Rotor and watching people puke after eating coloured fairy floss. I wondered if the probe and needle gun moving through my bunghole reminded the urologist of a boat ride through the River Caves.

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