Thursday, September 15, 2011

Bottom's up!

Four weeks shy of my 51st birthday, I received an early present: a colonoscopy.

The procedure went well, with the doctor saying he discovered nothing scary health-wise. I was out for the entire time, no doubt dreaming of things even more lovely than a clean colon.

The 18 hours leading up to the event, however, were far less pleasant. There must be better ways to cleanse the system than drinking 4 liters of putrid chemicals; it seemed like a method from the 1930s or something.

But it worked, I guess, so why complain? Besides, it could have been worse.

I could have been forced to watch the Cubs.

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