A lady phoned up and asked if I could do children. I explained that with parental consent, yes, I could. During the following conversation she told me that her son was just 11 months old! Of course, I then told her that I wouldn’t be able to help, as much as I would have liked to. How desperate was that mother to consider colonic irrigation?
Up until now, my youngest client was just 12 when she came to see me. Poor girl was given Movicol on prescription, which simply gives a bit of relief from constipation, but actually masks the underlying problem. After two treatments I received a Thank You card in which she’d written in big scrawly writing that she “does three poos a day” and proceeded to draw three sausagy shapes and coloured them in brown felt tip! I’m hoping that by catching this early enough, she has been spared a lifetime of problems going to the toilet!
My eldest client, was 92. When I asked why he felt he needed a colonic, he said he “got tired.” I replied “at 92, you’re entitled to get tired!”
