Scary thought

Firstly, it's been almost 2 months since my last post, so I thought that I would share a thought that I had yesterday afternoon, but first.... some background.

When I was hiking in the Himalayas, we ascended (via jeep) to about 3,630 metres having started at a far lower altitude earlier in the day at Darjeeling.  Now I'm told that a good rule of thumb when ascending is to rest for 1 day for every 1,000 metres you ascend.  At first, I thought this was a load of bollocks, but rather than risk it, I heeded the words of my far wiser 
travel companion  - Vandit.

That night it was a struggle to breathe and sleep and Newman actually thought he was going to have a heart-attack, with chest pains and numbness in his hands.  For my part, I felt extremely light-headed, feint and thought that I was going to pass out.

So I'm taking a shit yesterday, and I was pushing really hard, and suddenly I thought I was back in the Himalayas again, and it wasn't for the pleasant aroma either.  There should be warnings on toilet doors reminding people of the risks of taking a dump, seriously.  They have warnings for pretty much everything else, so why not?!

If there was, I doubt that Elvis would have had such a ghastly demise, and I wouldnt' have been within a few seconds more of gritted and determined exertion of feinting.

Now, I'd call that a triumphant return to blogging, wouldn't you?