I had to laugh because i did the same thing recently, John. I had worked myself up into quite a tizzy, until i saw some beet juice on my shirt and starting laughing at myself. I was never so glad to see a spot on my shirt in my life.
A few years back was the first time I had cooked and eaten fresh beets since I was a kid.My husband and I both were trying to figure out how to break the news about our undoubtedly fatal illness to each other when I remembered the after effects of fresh beets! Why is it the mind always goes worst case scenario first?
I shall always remember with great fondness the kind reassurance from my now retired GP in response to my total panic in what can only be described as the "beetroot poo" incident.
Ah bloody hell I scared myself witless a few weeks ago with the same thing. I was in the middle of a gall bladder flare up and not really thinking straight, because everything was ... erm.. passing straight through within hours I had the same shock!
At the first sign of blood (or beet pee), we all panic. Then we calm down and think back for the reasons it isn't. Been there, done that, and I am still here.
And another one to add to the list...Red Velvet Cake and doing #2, never a good combination for nervous types...at the very least, for goodness sake, don't look, LOL.
You are good at building up tension, John. My heart beat quickened for a second. Then I relaxed.I love beetroot. But it is a bastard root not only to pee but to peel. Try and explain your finger tips and nails afterwards: Thanks for asking, but no, I haven't killed anyone. Yet.
Remind me to tell you how you can distinguish a true blue berry from a hybrid.
I made a lovely birthday cake with green icing for one of my sons birthday parties, loads of kids with green/blue poo and great conversation for the morning school run!!
years back, I was in hospital being prepped for a colonoscopy when I remembered the beetroot- and I was too embarrassed to admit it so I had the procedure!
That was EXACTLY my own experience too. About 30 years ago I was convinced I was bleeding in the back passage and sheepishly went to my doctor, fearing it was something I just had to face. After examining me he gave me an appointment at the hospital. Only after it was all over did I realise what the cause had been, which I then kept to myself for all time following (oh, the shame!), hoping they'd forget about me, which they did. I eventually wrote about it in my blog a couple of years back, not daring at the time to tell my GP and the hospital that I'd been wasting their time - not to mention my own humiliations - of undergoing rectal examinations, colonoscopies (drinking barium solutions and fasting), taking time off work etc. Even now when I think about my embarrassment turns me as purple as....well, beetroot!
I once gave the chickens LOTS of beetroot leaves and trimmings, the sh*t in the henhouse the following day made me reel in horror. Think 'Texas chainsaw massacre' and you'll be able to imagine what I saw on opening the door!!
I share Em Parkinson's suspicions A stool inspection would probably reveal that you have also been secretly scoffing scotch eggs again! Next person to post gets the job! >>>>>
That reminds me I have some beets to prepare today. Glad you are alright, though my sink and hands are going to make me look like Dexter once I start on the beets.
Op, pickled beetroot is the same as pickled beets. In the US, we just say "beets" rather than "beetroot," although technically speaking, we do eat the root. Once again separated by a common language...
I've had that before the moment of blind fear/panic as you look down into teh toilet before it twigs that you had the red root for tea the night before!
Which is precisely why I won't eat beets anymore....no way.
ReplyDeletePhew!
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh because i did the same thing recently, John. I had worked myself up into quite a tizzy, until i saw some beet juice on my shirt and starting laughing at myself. I was never so glad to see a spot on my shirt in my life.
ReplyDeleteA few years back was the first time I had cooked and eaten fresh beets since I was a kid.My husband and I both were trying to figure out how to break the news about our undoubtedly fatal illness to each other when I remembered the after effects of fresh beets!
ReplyDeleteWhy is it the mind always goes worst case scenario first?
Thank goodness.
ReplyDeleteA healthy diet at last.
Black licorice = #2 + green ...same difference.
ReplyDeleteI shall always remember with great fondness the kind reassurance from my now retired GP in response to my total panic in what can only be described as the "beetroot poo" incident.
ReplyDeleteGood job you hadn't had asparagus as well John….. that would have given you red AND smelly wee !!!! XXXX
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts too, J @ H. Beetroot for the colour, asparagus for the pong. Making elimination interesting!
DeleteLOL! This has happened to me a number of times too! Just had some pickled beets this evening!! Thanks for heads up!
ReplyDeleteAh bloody hell I scared myself witless a few weeks ago with the same thing. I was in the middle of a gall bladder flare up and not really thinking straight, because everything was ... erm.. passing straight through within hours I had the same shock!
ReplyDeletedeath by food!
ReplyDeleteJohn,
ReplyDeleteShocking!!!!
20 years ago this month + 'Mooloo' blue icecream + children = bright blue poos + shocked mother
ReplyDeleteAt the first sign of blood (or beet pee), we all panic. Then we calm down and think back for the reasons it isn't. Been there, done that, and I am still here.
ReplyDeleteBeet pee...sprouty toots!!!! Things are getting pretty wild in Trelawnyd!!!
ReplyDeleteYuk, ouch, and sigh!
ReplyDeleteBeen there, done that. And heaved a very, very big sigh of relief when the light finally dawned.
ReplyDeleteAnd another one to add to the list...Red Velvet Cake and doing #2, never a good combination for nervous types...at the very least, for goodness sake, don't look, LOL.
ReplyDeleteBeetroot sandwiches......delicious.....thanks John....this lunch time is sorted.
ReplyDeleteYou are good at building up tension, John. My heart beat quickened for a second. Then I relaxed.I love beetroot. But it is a bastard root not only to pee but to peel. Try and explain your finger tips and nails afterwards: Thanks for asking, but no, I haven't killed anyone. Yet.
ReplyDeleteRemind me to tell you how you can distinguish a true blue berry from a hybrid.
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I made a lovely birthday cake with green icing for one of my sons birthday parties, loads of kids with green/blue poo and great conversation for the morning school run!!
ReplyDeleteyears back, I was in hospital being prepped for a colonoscopy when I remembered the beetroot- and I was too embarrassed to admit it so I had the procedure!
ReplyDeleteThat was EXACTLY my own experience too. About 30 years ago I was convinced I was bleeding in the back passage and sheepishly went to my doctor, fearing it was something I just had to face. After examining me he gave me an appointment at the hospital. Only after it was all over did I realise what the cause had been, which I then kept to myself for all time following (oh, the shame!), hoping they'd forget about me, which they did. I eventually wrote about it in my blog a couple of years back, not daring at the time to tell my GP and the hospital that I'd been wasting their time - not to mention my own humiliations - of undergoing rectal examinations, colonoscopies (drinking barium solutions and fasting), taking time off work etc. Even now when I think about my embarrassment turns me as purple as....well, beetroot!
DeleteI once gave the chickens LOTS of beetroot leaves and trimmings, the sh*t in the henhouse the following day made me reel in horror. Think 'Texas chainsaw massacre' and you'll be able to imagine what I saw on opening the door!!
ReplyDeleteI think we've all done that at some time or other xxx
ReplyDeleteI haven't eaten beetroot since being made to for school dinners - can't remember a wee scare though. Will ask my mum as she loves the vile thing !
ReplyDeleteYou seem to have hit on something with this post. I am guessing that it is something to do with everyone's fear of death, but I could be wrong.
ReplyDeleteWith a scotch egg on the side I hope? x
ReplyDeleteI share Em Parkinson's suspicions A stool inspection would probably reveal that you have also been secretly scoffing scotch eggs again! Next person to post gets the job! >>>>>
ReplyDeleteAdd some asparagus and you will have that "perfume" to go with the red!
ReplyDeleteStool inspector!
DeleteThere is a media campaign going on at the moment regarding blood in your pee. I am glad that yours was just beetroot juice! x
ReplyDeleteI've had that and panicked for a moment before realising its the beetroot, scary isn't it?
ReplyDeleteBriony
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That reminds me I have some beets to prepare today. Glad you are alright, though my sink and hands are going to make me look like Dexter once I start on the beets.
ReplyDeleteThink you had better lay off the brussels and the beetroot for a while John. Did the population of Rhyl recover?
ReplyDeleteJo xx
Been there, done that John.
ReplyDeleteNice to hear you are a Road Trip fan too. Love this week's pair.
Wow that would have been alarming! I've never heard of pickled beetroot. I wonder if we have it over here across the pond.
ReplyDeleteOp, pickled beetroot is the same as pickled beets. In the US, we just say "beets" rather than "beetroot," although technically speaking, we do eat the root. Once again separated by a common language...
ReplyDeletethis is the reason I don't eat it.
ReplyDeleteI've had that before the moment of blind fear/panic as you look down into teh toilet before it twigs that you had the red root for tea the night before!
ReplyDeletePhew. I didn't know they did that until about ten years ago when I got a little addicted to them....
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