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Aging

It's official. I am now old, or at least middle-aged. What prompts this declaration is that I had a colonoscopy the other day. Of all the things I did not envision having to do yet, this would be near the top of the list. The procedure was deemed necessary due to some problems recovering from my surgery.

The thing about a colonoscopy is that you have to have a "prep" day, where you drink nothing but clear liquids in order to prepare for the procedure. Without going into details, let me just say that if I never have to drink Gatorade ever again, it will still be too soon. The procedure is a bit of an indignity in itself, but you never realize the full extent of all the indignities until you go through a prep day and then a pre-op prep with the nurse on the day of the procedure.

The good news is that I have an absolutely beautiful colon. I have the pictures to prove it (which you'll be grateful will not be displayed here), and trust me, it is mighty fine looking. The rest of the good news is that the complications I had seem to have reversed themselves, or gone away altogether. So I don't need to see the Doctor again, in her words "for 10 years". Yippee-eye-oh-kye-ay!

The bad news is that this being a milestone birthday year, I also will get to have a mammogram, which means more indignities to be suffered. This aging thing is for the birds!

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Anonymous said…
I'm glad everything came out ok (heh).

Because of a history of breast cancer in my family, I have to start getting mammograms at 35. Boo.

You may think you're aging, but you sure don't look it. I've got more wrinkles and gray hairs than you and I'm only 31!
January 28, 2009 at 8:42 AM
!nge said…
Oh, Tracie! What a way to remember your 40th year. Aside from the now beautiful colon, you'll also see how big your boobs can be when squished to pancake size.
January 28, 2009 at 11:16 AM
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