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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Entry for April 30, 2008

My first appointment with my new gastroenterologist was this afternoon. Pretty much this visit was just an expensive formality; apparently, he doesn’t want to shove his camera down my throat on the first date. There were nine pages of forms for me to complete. He said the usual doctor stuff, that I wasn’t in too bad of shape for a guy aged 65 (I am 55) , and that I am too fat, and that everything I eat is bad for me, and that the sins of yesterday will be the death of me unless I change my ways for tomorrow. Next Wednesday at noon I get to eat the camera to see if there is any upper plumbing damage.

So far so good. As long as the doctors are telling me to quit this, quit that, and lose weight, I must be salvageable. You know you are near the end when the doctors tell you to enjoy a good cigar and stiff bourbon after a steak and potatoes meal, three times a day.

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