The Colleen-oscopy

It’s that time of life: I have put off this life-saving diagnostic procedure for several years after my doctor started nagging me about it. Finally I gave in and made the appointment. Yesterday was the drink-gallons-of-laxative day. It was not as bad as some people made it sound. Today was the “procedure.” It was also not that bad. In fact, I don’t remember it at all. When I woke up, my friend Julie was there and (oddly enough) I was fully dressed. Don’t remember that part. (Julie also said I was repeating myself quite a lot, but I was in a high good humor.)

The only really bad part of a colonoscopy is the cost. And the fact that you cannot find out WHAT it will cost beforehand. But, as near as I can tell, this is going to run in the area of $2,500 or more. I keep telling everyone, “I’m having a colonoscopy instead of two weeks in Italy.” Sort of like, “I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy” or “I’d rather have a radical throw a rock at me than a radial keratotomy,” except  that, truth to tell, I’d rather have two weeks in Italy than a colonoscopy. But, there you have it, I did the prudent thing.

And, after spending $2,500 on my colon, I went to Goodwill and bought two fabulous tank tops for $2.50. One one-thousandth of the price of a colonoscopy!

Fabulous Reality

 

Mourning cloak butterfly superimposed on a wall in Charleston, WV.

One of my favorite back alleys in Charleston has this abstract “artwork” made of broken plaster and paint splotches. I took this picture of it on the same day, June 1, that I came across this mourning cloak butterfly while walking on the Sunrise Carriage Trail in Charleston. Later I noticed that the butterfly shape of the exposed bricks. It made for a fun Photoshop practice session.