The 'oscopy went well, I'm told. I was blissfully drugged-out, but the result was, "see you in 10 years." The real defining moment was before, when I was checking in and the admitting nurse asked me what my birthdate was. "October 27, 1948," I replied. She wrote it down, then looked up, realizing Oct. 27 was yesterday. "You prepped for your colonoscopy on your birthday?"
I admitted that was the case.
"You are one twisted fella!"
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Glad you are safe and healthy...and may you have many more decades of the same. steve
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