Getting the News

Monday March 27 - The Day that I realized my life was about to change.

My wife drove me to the Clearwater Endoscopy Center and I was quickly processed. After a short wait, I was escorted to my little section of a large room and soon was settled in bed with an exquisite cotton gown. Blood pressure was taken, blood sugar measured and they checked to see if I had a pulse. I did!

I was asked my birthdate many times and am looking forward to receiving several birthday cards this year.

The last time that I can remember being asked this question was just before I was told that I was being given propofol. I would have started singing Thriller, but Dr. Weston was playing Pandora on his Ipad and I was asleep about 5 seconds after I was told it was happening.

I awoke to find Carol beside my bed. She claims that I asked when they were going to start the procedure, but I don't remember that and so it likely did not happen. Before I knew it, Dr. Weston was beside with "gorgeous" colored pictures of my colon. he pointed out an ugly looking green spot, said it was a malignant tumor and that we would need to take action. He said that it would be helpful to take small doses of Miralax each day to ease things along and so my errant double purchase was not so errant after all.

The day was not a total loss. On the way home, we stopped at Perkins and found out it was free pie day. Since Carol is cutting down on carbs, I scored two pieces of pie to bring home.