Part 3 My intestines are so filled that I hardly rise from a table. The doctor follows me in a toilet, hangs up Esmarkh's empty mug on a hook, and велев to me to sit down over a toilet bowl, gets a hand between my feet and opens valves of a ballonny catheter. Cylinders are blown off, and the doctor quickly deletes a tip from my back pass. Water starts to whip from me, and I start to feel immediate simplification. Thirty minutes later I left a toilet, feeling very facilitated.