Saturday, October 4, 2014

Sex, Drugs & Rock and Roll

Had my procedure done on Thursday.  Only a few surprises.

I was taken behind a curtain to a gurney bed by an attractive big mashup of a woman, well-built only starts to describe her.  She handed me a gown and told me to take my clothes off and lay on the bed over to the left side.  So far so good I thought.   When she came back she still had her clothes on.   So much for sex I thought.  Then she proceeded to place a port on my arm for drugs.  So far so good I thought.   Then instead of the magical mystery tour I was wheeled down the corridor, blowing kisses to everyone along the parade route singing “…there’s no business like show business…"
It was a little disappointing because there were so few people along the route. 

Now in a different room I was asked to roll over onto my left side and soon felt some hard to define sensations posteriorly.  So much for drugs I thought.

Then, and this was entertaining, I find myself in a big room with others encouraged to play our butt trumpets.  So far so good I thought.  There was a wide range of instruments tooting away.  From a big booming bass to a light hearted alto.   But no Le Petomane or Seiji Matsushita in our group.  So much for rock and roll I thought.


CW came and took me home and I had lunch.

I encourage you to have a colonoscopy, it’s the one way to prevent a form of cancer.