Lately, my various internal organs and sundry squishy bits have been the objects of keen interest by somber-faced physicians and the instruments of their curiosity.
I've had MRIs, CAT scans, blood panels, EKGs, electrocardiograms, and a host of other three-letter acronym tests that all seem to involve two things -- slight blood loss and large bills. With needles inserted into your arm, just to remind you who's boss when the bills come in.
Yesterday yet another camera was poked down my throat. I'm sure that action and the recent renewed interest in the location of missing Teamster Jimmy Hoffa's remains is mere coincidence. First, I never met the man, and second, I don't think anything that size would fit in my esophagus.
But they took another tissue sample, just to make sure, because you know how clever those Mob hit men can be.
I hope yesterday was the last time I need to have anything the length of a nine-iron shoved down my throat. Not that the people who did the deed weren't friendly and professional -- they were -- but enough is enough. I promise, guys, there's nothing that interesting going on in there.
As I was coming out of the anesthesia, I apparently told everyone that Sam Winchester left a glowing review on Amazon for The Broken Bell. That's not likely to happen, since Sam is a fictional character on the TV show Supernatural, but for drug-induced hallucinations that's actually a good hallucination to experience. It sure beats the one about the 300-pound toad with the bag of rattlesnakes and the taser.
Today I'm taking it easy, messing with my iPod, making ready for the arrival of the turntable, that sort of thing. But I do want to pass along a review of The Broken Bell, flagged just now courtesy of Google Alerts. Thanks, Naughty Bits, for the kind words!
Click here to read it.
I've had MRIs, CAT scans, blood panels, EKGs, electrocardiograms, and a host of other three-letter acronym tests that all seem to involve two things -- slight blood loss and large bills. With needles inserted into your arm, just to remind you who's boss when the bills come in.
Yesterday yet another camera was poked down my throat. I'm sure that action and the recent renewed interest in the location of missing Teamster Jimmy Hoffa's remains is mere coincidence. First, I never met the man, and second, I don't think anything that size would fit in my esophagus.
But they took another tissue sample, just to make sure, because you know how clever those Mob hit men can be.
I hope yesterday was the last time I need to have anything the length of a nine-iron shoved down my throat. Not that the people who did the deed weren't friendly and professional -- they were -- but enough is enough. I promise, guys, there's nothing that interesting going on in there.
As I was coming out of the anesthesia, I apparently told everyone that Sam Winchester left a glowing review on Amazon for The Broken Bell. That's not likely to happen, since Sam is a fictional character on the TV show Supernatural, but for drug-induced hallucinations that's actually a good hallucination to experience. It sure beats the one about the 300-pound toad with the bag of rattlesnakes and the taser.
Today I'm taking it easy, messing with my iPod, making ready for the arrival of the turntable, that sort of thing. But I do want to pass along a review of The Broken Bell, flagged just now courtesy of Google Alerts. Thanks, Naughty Bits, for the kind words!
Click here to read it.
Dang you're falling apart. Speedy recovery!
ReplyDeleteI'm 30% into the Broken Bell. Haven't been dissapointed.
Excellent ending! I guessed part of it and way off on the other. :)
ReplyDeleteOk, now when do I get the next one? ;)
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