NO PUN INTENDED.
Everything came out alright
(again, no pun intended).
The doctor found a couple of polyps and cut them out. No big deal. I missed it all. I was in la la land about two seconds after the anesthesiologist put her happy juice in my arm.
I am convalescing at home for the remainder of the day. Then it’s back to the grind. Marie has an appointment Tuesday (today) at 8 a.m.
My good friend, Joe, also a senior, was my driver today. On our way to the Gastroenterologist’s office we took turns pointing out doctors offices we’ve been to. That was our chatter. That’s what old folks talk about: our medications, doctors appointments and when we’ll start exercising again.
Thanks for all your prayers and thoughts today.
I don’t have to see that doctor again for five years.