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Medical May I

I got a call on Thursday....or was it Friday? Anyway, it was last week and it was HR offering me the position I'd interviewed for on Tuesday.

Of course I accepted it. And then I did the obligatory happy dance.



I was wearing more clothes of course.

My new position is something I always wanted to do, but never knew I always wanted to do. That's deep, I know. I'll let you think about it for a moment.

May seems to be Medical Month for me. Apparently my warranty has expired and it's time to do an overhaul/check on all my systems. My visit to the cardiologist and subsequent stress test on a treadmill showed that I've a very healthy heart and arteries. They only squicky thing I carried away from that was a massive bruise from the IV spot.

Today I had a colonoscopy, again with completely favorable result. The squicky thing about this was the prep. If you've ever had to prep for one of these babies, then you know what I'm talking about. My parting gift from this experience was a massive headache and the inability to be coherent for the remainder of the day.

But Pam (you say), you're never coherent. I know. It's a gift.

What will tomorrow bring, you ask?
I'll tell you!




Really, really not looking forward to that. Necessary pain. I get that.

Just wish it wasn't necessary.


Now, back to my happy dancing.

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  1. Colonoscopy, mammograms? This is the dirtiest blog on the internet.
    Please be more considerate of your more sensitive and proper readers.

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  2. And which, pray tell, are the more sensitive ones? I'll need verification please.

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