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Friday, May 9, 2008
Entry for May 09, 2008
Dr. Deepthroat himself just called to give me the “good news and bad news.” The good news is that the tests on the tissue samples looked good, i.e. no cancer or bacteria. The bad news is that he says he saw the start of two small ulcers, a somewhat different account than what the staff at the hospital gave me.
He said no NSAIDs for six months, and said he would call in a prescription for Nexium for me to take for six months. I am not one who can drive and talk on the cell phone at the same time, so I didn’t get a chance to ask it this means I need to get another tube job in six months.
Overall, life could be much worse. He didn’t SAY anything about drinking and smoking, so maybe I can assume those vices are ok for me to resume. No? Ah …, poop.
I hear another bowl of oatmeal calling my name, that contemptible, anodyne, sugar-free sludge.
Nevertheless, tomorrow is Mexican food day. Wahoo! Thunderbelly says to bring on the pain!
James A. Zachary Jr.