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Glad to hear the good news!!
Jim in Iowa
Glad to hear the good news!!
Jim in Iowa
You da man, Snubby.
Since you're a successful post-procedure now, I will refrain from assigning a new Indian name to you, though it is quite tempting....
No disrespect intended.![]()
Yeah, lets hear it. Don't worry about that p.c. poop, I ain't like that.You da man, Snubby.
Since you're a successful post-procedure now, I will refrain from assigning a new Indian name to you, though it is quite tempting....
No disrespect intended.![]()
I just took and chugged the stuff. Does tequila count as a clear liquid? Maybe next time.You know it says your supposed to mix the stuff with a clear liquid...as far as I know Vodka is a clear liquid. I have had three of them starting quite young as colon cancer killed my dad...As far as I'm concerned I hate the fasting to most, the cleansing ain't no picnic but its pretty straight forward. On one procedure I had concerning prostate cancer which I later came down with I had to give myself an enema on top of the cleansing purge...they really wanted a clean look...that wasn't very pleasant...count your blessing about just going through the purge and if I may suggest ginger ale seems to make the most pleasant mixer. The last colonoscopy I had was with the V.A., it was the best of them all, Marvin Gaye on the stereo, very liberal drug usage...I didn't even remember dressing myself...ask your gas passer to give you a "fade to black," I highly recommend it.
There is a Dr. Butts there who is funny but I couldn't make it through an appointment with him straight faced.
Yeah, lets hear it. Don't worry about that p.c. poop, I ain't like that.
My wife told me that the staff said that they've never seen anyone fight back from anesthesia the way I did. I told her,"that's because me mighty Blackfoot Warrior."
Donald Butts, eh? Your gastroenterologist.
Don Butts.
So when someone meets him in the hallway for the first time, and says, "Don Butts?" his stock reply is, "Yep, plenty of 'em." Am I right?
Sorry, just couldn't resist....
Back in my hometown, we had both a Dr. Payne and a Dr. Cleaver. Yep, both surgeons.....
Started out as "Chief Poops-A-Lot" and honestly it was kinda fun at first. It was like "whoosh, woo hoo!" after it became "Runs-With-Fire-Between-Legs," it weren't much fun anymore. It was more like, "oh geez, here we go again." I somehow managed to avoid seepage so the breechcloth remained unsoiled.OK, since you insist.
Actually I have a hard time choosing between Runs-With-Fire-Between-Legs, Chief Poops-A-Lot, and He-Who-Can't Get-Breechcloth-Clean.
I think my personal favorite, though, is No-Polyps-But-Still-Full-of-****."
I do apologize. And yes, you definitely are a mighty Blackfoot Warrior.![]()
Or Sits with Pasta. Actually I call her Lisa Little Feather. She likes sticking little feathers in her hair when we're camping or hiking.Snubby, don't know why but after I posted that and I was standing out in my yard, watering the shrubs, it struck me that your wife -- who I know is Italian, and not Indian -- could have an Indian name per her assistance to you with...er...her part of the prep.
With apologies to Dances With Wolves, she can forever after be known as "Stands with A Fist".
You're a good sport, Snubby. I admire that in a feller.
Or Sits with Pasta. Actually I call her Lisa Little Feather. She likes sticking little feathers in her hair when we're camping or hiking.