- Jul 12, 2007
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OK, getting old is better than the alternative. But this year instead of being "just one more year" with no real impact, its turning into the year of "lets see how much Sho'Nuff's body can fall apart and/or be poked or prodded."
For those of you not in the know, I turned 40 a few days ago. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm an old fart. Time to break out the pill boxes, fiber bars, all that good stuff.
Unfortunately, mother nature has decided to play some nasty tricks on me recently. It started innocently enough, when about 2 weeks ago she sent warm weather and heavy rain, which unfortunately caused my basement to flood. Then she got nasty, and sent my mother into town. Which sounds just fine until you realize that my mother has turned into a raving born again christian who thinks I am the devil and am going to hell because my kids don't wear their "I love jesus" t-shirts 24-7.
Shortly following my mother's departure, I had my annual physical - during which time my primary care doctor told me that in view of my family history, I need to have some intimate private time with that marvel of modern technology known as the colonoscope. And guess what, she exclaims! Your GI doc has an appointment next Tuesday (i.e., tomorrow). Which, it just so happens, is just 3 days after my birthday. Thus, rather than eating all the artery clogging, bad for me food that I like on my birthday, I was on a restricted diet. And today, I got to experience the awesome power of moviprep (aka - the gag inducing, toilet rupturing solution of death). My life today has been a mixture of the movie "groundhog day" and the toilet scene from "Dumb and Dumber." Huzzah!
To cap it all off - my left knee decided to give me the big "FU" about 6 months ago. Almost 40 years with 0 problems, and my knee decides that its going to take a dirt nap the same year I am going to be roto rootered by Dr. Nick. I'm convinced its just mother nature's way of saying "Ha ha! You can't run away from the colonoscope now you bastard - so you might as well enjoy it!"
Gah!
For those of you not in the know, I turned 40 a few days ago. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm an old fart. Time to break out the pill boxes, fiber bars, all that good stuff.
Unfortunately, mother nature has decided to play some nasty tricks on me recently. It started innocently enough, when about 2 weeks ago she sent warm weather and heavy rain, which unfortunately caused my basement to flood. Then she got nasty, and sent my mother into town. Which sounds just fine until you realize that my mother has turned into a raving born again christian who thinks I am the devil and am going to hell because my kids don't wear their "I love jesus" t-shirts 24-7.
Shortly following my mother's departure, I had my annual physical - during which time my primary care doctor told me that in view of my family history, I need to have some intimate private time with that marvel of modern technology known as the colonoscope. And guess what, she exclaims! Your GI doc has an appointment next Tuesday (i.e., tomorrow). Which, it just so happens, is just 3 days after my birthday. Thus, rather than eating all the artery clogging, bad for me food that I like on my birthday, I was on a restricted diet. And today, I got to experience the awesome power of moviprep (aka - the gag inducing, toilet rupturing solution of death). My life today has been a mixture of the movie "groundhog day" and the toilet scene from "Dumb and Dumber." Huzzah!
To cap it all off - my left knee decided to give me the big "FU" about 6 months ago. Almost 40 years with 0 problems, and my knee decides that its going to take a dirt nap the same year I am going to be roto rootered by Dr. Nick. I'm convinced its just mother nature's way of saying "Ha ha! You can't run away from the colonoscope now you bastard - so you might as well enjoy it!"
Gah!
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