The dam had burst now, and there was no going back...pump...pump...pump...each jet of warm liquid soothed my fevered earhole like a precious balm.
"That's it, I think," he said. His breathing was ragged by now, his wrist limp.
He withdrew his nozzle from my ear, and took a step back.
Suddenly, I was Dorothy, stepping out from the monochrome Kansas into the technicolor world of Oz, but with sound.
"Wow," I said, and I noticed my voice was really high pitched and a bit irritating
"You had a fair bit of stuff deep down in there," he said, and we both looked into the swirling abyss that was the plastic kidney bowl
There were flakes.
It was like a sepia snowstorm of shite.