Medicophobia

Well, I kind of made that word up to fit the following story. I went with my sister to Albuquerque for her colonoscopy last week. (Don't stop here--it's not about drinking all the yucky stuff and sitting on the toilet for three hours.) Afterwards, the check-out nurse warned her that she would have a lot of air--6 feet of it--to pass during the day. Fine--no real news there. I drove her back to the motel room, and a bit later, she went into her favorite room and did her business, plus air. She came out with a purple latex glove in her hand. This, she said, had been in the toilet when she stood up to flush. Yes, a purple latex glove. So where did it come from? (Do you want to know, or is this enough?)