Fuck It I'm 50

I can’t believe it, but I am going for, I even to hate to write it here, a colonoscopy, tomorrow. I am tripped out, distracted and kind of oddly curious. I have rarely had any procedures in my life and have never been knocked all the way out. And given my adventure seeking nature, I crave new experiences, even if they are invasive, embarrassing and kind of gross. If I had my choice however, I would not do this. But the reason I am doing it is my doctor noted that I am in fact 50, it is time, (thankfully it’s only once every 10 years) and my insurance is covering the bulk of it and who knows how long I’ll have insurance.

I have to confess I have already put it off once and got the lovely colonoscopy scheduler to feel sorry for me and move my date without the $150 charge. So I am now obliged to go. Can you imagine being the colon inspection scheduler, or better yet, the colon inspector doctor?

People do weird things for a living, it’s funny to me that anyone thinks I’m weird.

I just thought of this. If any one over 50 is giving you a hard time just look at them and know that either they have had a colonoscopy OR they need one. There.

And another thing. It is such an odd feeling to give yourself over to the powers that be, be it doctors, therapists, mechanics, contractors or lawyers. And there is something very unnerving about it and something very releasing about it at the same time. People trust me, and I am assuming, as is my nature, that I can trust them. Now that I think about it this is how people should work, we are not off the grid survivalists, we are a complex people living in a complex word that need a ton of expertise. We need to pool our expertise to make it happen, maybe a dream for the future, in the meantime find the people you can trust and forge good working relationships with them, and if possible trades. I have never worked out the trade thing beyond I will teach and mentor for free labor-I would love to know if professionals could really do this without a pile of contracts and actually feel like it’s all worth it on both sides.

But I ramble on. I can’t wait to write about my procedure tomorrow, I may be hyper lucid, or needing to go to bed. It’s kind of cool not to know what to expect.

In the meantime I got back to my normal, for the time being, schedule. I worked at City today and much to my low-key delight figured out how to fit the HD decks into the post flow in the iMovie Lab. Me, I did it, me. Which reminds me of a moment I had when I was getting on the plane to go to Sedona with Wendy who was my luxury hotel roommate and I miss her dearly. So, we were leaving the plane in Sedona oh so many days ago, Wednesday of last week, and I noted that I had an HD camera in a bag over my shoulder, along with a portable 750gig hard drive, my MacBook over the other shoulder and my freking iPhone in my back pocket. And I do not identify as a technology gal.

I laughed, and so did Wendy.

I am so hungry I may go to bed soon. I fucked up eating before the cut off time at noon. I was at work at 8 and oh well, that’s how it goes. Maybe I’ll lose my festival pound or two.

And super duper big time over the top time to get back to the gym. A habit I like and it’s funny how I want to really get back to.

And here are some shots of the weird and amazing place called Sedona.