Well, my colon’s good to go, clean as a whistle. But, dang, I missed the whole thing. The sedative they gave me knocked me out completely — a little disappointing, as I was interested in the TV show with a little narrative from the doc: “And if you notice around this bend, you’ll see numerous… “ A fellow racquetball player drove me home, I had a quick bite to eat, and after a four-hour nap, I was feeling pretty perky.
So, fellow geezers, go forth and do likewise. And if you need additional encouragement, read this piece: My Body, My Prison, My Dreams. It ain’t pretty.