Poppet is fine. Well as fine as you can be after having a camera stuck up your bum and wiggled about. It took over an hour and he was quite traumatised by the whole thing but is now dozing gently on the sofa.
They found nothing sinister, just a couple of polyps in an otherwise "healthy bowel".
I am beyond relieved. You can imagine the scenarios that have been running through my head. I have been telling the universe for days that it ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT TAKE ANOTHER OF MY POPPETS AWAY, and IF HE GOES; I GO TOO, and other such nonsense.
He had to stop eating for 24 hours and since then he has been composing his homecoming brunch. Two soft boiled eggs, four slices of grilled bacon, one grilled sausage, fried cherry tomatoes, mashed potato, baked beans and a slice of fried bread. Phew. And yes, all cooked by me, his friendly vegetarian chef! I made him touch the sausage and bacon though (yik) and then I used veeery long tongs to turn it. Damn I'm good to him.
It's so nice to breathe out again.
Thank you so much for your good thoughts; it seems they worked ;o)