What do you write about in the middle of tax season, when you are tired, and weary, and lonely - missing old friends - and you find yourself in the corner licking dastardly wounds? Well, I tell you that I’ve got just the thing.
I turned 40 on February 3rd. On February 25th, I had a colonoscopy.
Now you can read all about this lovely procedure on the internet - and I tell you that there are hundreds of websites that will give you more info that you really need. Generally, you should have a screening : when you are 50. So, why did I go under the long, slender camera-in-a-tube as a 40 year old spring chicken? Let’s just say - I was having some issues - that I no longer was willing to write off as merely stress.
Got back from the doc today - and everything is chunky-dory. (Now that’s a nasty visual.) If you want to read about my diagnosed conditions - you can mash here and mash here (I’ve got photos, if you are interested).
So, despite the rumors about my impending demise (and my failing marriage (just in case you were wondering and no one took it upon themselves to clear it up for you) - I for one am glad to say that my colon is most definitely not bringing me down.
