Fuck It I'm 50

And I need to post quickly to meet my posting deadline of midnight because I just stayed up late and watched Wim Wender’s “Wings of Desire” and I have less then 15 minutes to make sure this doesn’t fuck up.

I’m sorry, but that film is too long and belabors it’s point. I kind of got itchy butt, which is my main movie meter, funny after today’s romp at the clinic. But it is gorgeous and risky and smart, I have to think about it more.

What I will do is give a little intro here, post, and then, if I have more to update, I will add to the post, so, if you want to read more, please refresh your page if you get this posted to you and I think it will pull up the longer, amended and embellished post.

Suffice it to say, today was not horrifying, in fact kind of interesting. See the images of storms over the desert in Arizona juxtaposed to me right after my colonoscopy; some how they sum it up. I am fuzzy right after the procedure, literally in life, but also wonderfully in the photo too, drinking a grape juice; and the hardest part for me was the needles, and I had to have an IV drip for about an hour, and look, I was so nonchalant, I took a picture of it before they took it out-admittedly after the drugs had been administered and I was kind of high.

OK-here the post goes, I will be back with more in a minute.

Past midnight installment.

So here’s the scoop, the whole thing was mildly fascinating. I stopped eating yesterday at noon and took some powerful diuretics last night and then had to get up at 7ish and drink about 7, 8oz glasses of obnoxious stinky liquid that cleared out what the pills from the night before failed to clear out. It was an odd morning, but I was certainly cleared out.

And then I went in for the probe. I get all cold and spacey when I haven’t eaten and I am channeling denial as forcefully as I was. So when I stripped down they gave me two heated blankets and I ended up asking for more in the little procedure room. Thank goodness I had a book with me, because after they put me on the dreaded drip I hung out for a half hour plus in my little curtained strip and recovery area. That’s another thing, you hang out with a bunch of other folks in the strip and recovery area and I didn’t know that this wasn’t where the probe happened and was a little disturbed when I got there, and then certainly when I was waiting for the procedure and listening to the nurses and attendants giving advice and counsel to the other folks there, including, “Let’s turn you onto your stomach as you can pass gas” to my very groggy, not farting next door neighbor. Again, I am so glad I had my book.

I could not look at the saline drip while they put it in or while it was in until the end when unlike the groggy neighbor, was somewhat aware of passing some gas, really just all the air they pump into you so they can slide the camera into your colon and was dressed faster than you can say jiminy cricket.

As for the “procedure”. Well it really was kind of fascinating. I was awake and watched the camera on the monitor while it swam around the curves of my colon. Lots of oranges and pretty reds, it was fascinating, and I could tell that I was fine. Aside from the drip, the worst part was when they force air into you that proceeds the camera, and since I was half awake I could feel it, so the young male attendant was forcefully pressing first my lower and then my upper abdomen, one hand on my back and one hand on my front, alleviating the pressure which was causing cramping. Totally fucking weird.

But kind of cool too. Come to think of it, I do not remember being wheeled from the procedure room to the strip and recovery curtained cubicle and I don’t remember how long I laid still and then talked to the doctor about my “Pan colonic diverticular disease otherwise normal study”, but I have three little spots of “diverticulosis” which I have photos of and will try to post tomorrow. All this means is I have to eat more fiber and come back in ten years. Of course I will take it seriously, tomorrow.

Came home, took a nap and took Lefty to the park. Did some work and watched “Wings of Desire”. Life is good.