My procedure

One of the downsides of passing fifty is that medical science becomes interested in shoving all kinds of stuff up your ášš. On the other hand, I’ve had too many friends die far short of fifty to feel like anything other than an ingrate if I bìŧçh about it too much.

As I write this, I’m still slightly loopy from being rendered unconscious for my very first colonoscopy. I really should have had it two years ago, but, well…I’ve been busy.