I had a ployp...

I had a polyp removed from my colon and not the cool flying polyp (A flying polyp is a member of a fictional alien race (also called Elder Beings or Polypous Race) in the Cthulhu Mythos. The creature first appeared in H. P. Lovecraft's short story "The Shadow out of Time" (1936).)I guess it started when I got fat. Major fat. I was tipping 350 when, after many failed diets and zero tolerance for exercise (sorry it's to tedious and boring, and I am nothing if not pleasure driven) I ended up getting gastric bypass. I lost about 125 pounds then crept back up to about 240 pounds where I seem to be holding. Not aesthetically pleasing, but a hell of a lot better then 350.

In the first two years I had sudden unexplained severe ulcers. In one I all but bleed to death (that's another blog) only to discover that about two weeks after prednisone treatments for poison ivy ( I get it bad) a terrible reaction occurs and a horrific ulcer ensues.

So no more prednisone, even so, a year ago I started getting odd pains ( save the last, my ulcers were painless if not very bloody) so an endoscope and colonoscopy were scheduled and yes another ulcer. Today I had the colonoscoy. So for twenty four hours I had nothing but clear liquids and some wonderful meds in massive quantities that emptied me out.

I've heard phrase "I shit my brains out". I felt like that. Not fun. But I guess a necessary evil. Now the real evil is, after midnight you are NPO (nil per os, or nothing by mouth) Now one reason I reached Bacchanalian proportions due to my pleasure driven mind set is I enjoy eat, drink and Merry, or Mary, or Sue or well you get the idea. In teh 70's we called it Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll
One vice I have is coffee, and like Pulp Fictions Mr. Wolf, I like mine "lots of cream, lots of sugar (bonus points if you can identify that quote in regards to Bobby Kennedy's assassination)

So why is it that the endoscopy department is placed just past the hospitals coffee shop? And why does a coffee shop have a gourmet coffee shop?

So anyway, the woogyologists gives me a massive dose of some white liquid that makes the room go away and I wake up with a sore ass, and a polyp, well the polyp was taken out, but now I wait to see what the biopsy shows (I'm a bit nervous as my dad was taken by cancer)

So on my way to Neato Burrito I get a cup of coffee and go home to watch season 5 of Weeds and drift in and out as the drugs wear off.

I'd rather I had flying polyps, with those I'd probably not have to do this once a year now...ugh