It is presently Monday, 2:23 am PST. By the time that our 2 faithful readers read this, I will have returned home, finished, and resting from my procedure. "Procedure"; 1) according to Webster: n. a particular way of accomplishing something or of acting; 2) according to my doctor's office: a common, relatively painless medically related act to determine your colon-rectal health; 3) my version: We're sticking a camera up your ass and not going to say so.
Why I am I writing this at this un-Godly hour? I have to get up and finish the other half-gallon of orange flavored, slightly salty, stomach turning solution of water and powdered laxative to have me cleaned out for the procedure. I already drank the first half gallon earlier this evening resulting in repeated trips to the bathroom ending in a steady stream of water coursing through my body. Truly, it wasn't so bad. I got the joy of taking some Magnesium Citrate earlier after dinner on Saturday evening. Now THAT! was a treat. A small 10 oz. bottle of this magical cherry elixir will cure what ails you. I'm telling you, Ladies and Gentlemen, it cures hangnails, it cures earwax, it cure...........I think you get the point. After drinking that stuff, there isn't anything you suffer from which you would ever complain about again. Everything comes streaming out of you at the same velocity as that of a firehose downhill from the hydrant. Look out below! I relay all of this information in advance of our FTI Healthcare Fair coming up later in the springtime. Each of the Misfits is to adopt a particular malady, do a bit of research, man a booth to discuss the condition, and inform our participants of helpful information. The fact that I am now undergoing this procedure will be my adopted cause.
We have decided to conduct the Healthcare Fair annually as a testament to our devotion to one another and to meet the terms of our original charter. Ironically, and as a demonstration of our commitment to meet those terms, Dickey the Peap volunteered to stand in for me for today's pending procedure as he has an affinity for these types of acts. I gently reminded him it was my health being measured, and though I appreciated the interest and offer, I would undergo it on my own. It actually brought a tear to my eye: Our willingness to help out our fellow man knows no bounds.
I do hope you are home by now and resting comfortably. All I can think is Thank God, Brother Eddie is not visiting this week!!
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Eat well today, you deserve it.
ReplyDeleteWhy Anonymous, Excellent observation! Brother Eddie would have been all over this little event with his signature "Know What I'd Do"? questining, trying to demonstrate his vast knowledge and experience, and offering all of the needless advice one would care to listen to. I appreciate the well wishes and actually think I might "have one" on him at this point forward. Thanks for the good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteDrinking laxative! Yum! Sounds like... errr... fun I guess. Good luck with the procedure. Oh and tell the doc if he uses his butt-camera to take pictures, you got a legal team ready to go.
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xoxo
Isn't it all worth it just to have one day to go absolutely wild with jello?
ReplyDeleteThe drinking the day before is the WORST part of the whole thing. Well, unless you add vodka.
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