In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2026

They Moved My Appointment

My new appointment time for my colonoscopy is Monday the 18th at 8:00 am show-up time. It's a new place for me, but the doctor has the same name as a gastroenterologist that treated me during my gall-bladder fiasco in 2009. Maybe it's the same doctor, but I don't think so. He looks too young, so I have the feeling he's following in his father's footsteps to peer into the colons of patients. 

I will have to drink a gallon of a liquid that remarkably tastes like what I envision as the taste of battery acid. Truthfully, at the end of the gallon, I will probably again have the feeling I did drink a gallon of battery acid. I've done this before, and from what I've heard, the pills that do the same thing are not being used any longer due to incomplete cleaning. So, it's a gallon of liquid split over hours of sitting, and cleansing. 

Thinking about this, I remember a Dave Berry column about his procedure. Here it is for you enjoyment. 

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2 comments:

  1. I love Dave Berry.
    He's right, though. Get the test done.
    Good luck with everything, Jess.

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    1. Thanks. After the test is over, there's usually three to ten years to dread the next one.

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