outside in

If ass-crack were ever distilled and distributed in liquid form, I'm pretty sure it would taste like Klean-Prep.

aftermath

I tried to do that "first sentance of the month" thing, but all mine were really boring.

Except for this one.

March: Every morning for the past week, I have woken up, looked the_axel straight in the eye and said, "I don't have to go to the Blood Bank today."

I still do that.

I went through almost two books last night because I was up more than I was in bed. And stuck a heater in the bathroom as well. Figured I might as well be comfortable. I seriously considered putting a couple of pillows and a blanket in the bathtub and just camping out there, but our bathtub is really short.

I was actually way more worried about the gastroscopy than the colonoscopy. They strapped a contraption around my head that fits into the mouth and holds the jaw open and put a tube up my nose so I could breathe. I promptly started drooling on myself. Then they started cracking jokes so I started laughing while I had this thing strapping my face open. Can I sue for that?

They ended up knocking me out for the entire thing. Usually general anaesthesia gives me a two-day hangover, but either I'm getting used to it, or they use a lot less for procedures that don't actually involve sticking a knife in you, or maybe their anaesthesiologist is just really good, because I feel fine.

I have a wicked sore throat though.