Happy birthday Bill Gates

I just blew into town ahead of the cold front with its alleged heavy rains and possibly gusty winds and having finished a burger at the local Internet(s) cafe I need to make this quick as I only get an hour’s free usage with lunch. Cheap? No, just still not the world’s wealthiest man. However, I did read today that I share the exact birthday as Bill Gates. Perhaps next birthday he will send me a used Cessna Citation or a million dollars or both.

The colonoscopy went fine this morning. It was fine in that nothing unexpected or even mildly dangerous was found. The source of the GI bleeding was from one of those uncomfortable little clumps of swollen veins and tissues which pile on the agony from time-to-time, so to speak. I must admit looking up close and personal with your colon is a rather dazzling experience. I guess you could call it “gut spelunking.” The doctor who performed the exam said I had a rather long colon so I guess it is safe to say that I a) Have a lot of guts and/or b) Possess no semicolon. So sue me.

All's well that begins in the end well, or so I hope

It is amazing at what lengths people will go just to attempt something as trivial as staying alive. Take, for instance, a colonoscopy. Here is how the National Institute of Health describes the gastrointestinal examination:

“A colonoscopy is an internal examination of the colon (large intestine), using an instrument called a colonoscope. The colonoscope is a small camera attached to a flexible tube. Unlike sigmoidoscopy, which examines only the lower third of the colon, colonoscopy examines the entire length of the colon.”

To break that down a bit, it is like taking a photo safari inside a sewage treatment plant only at a most uncomfortable pace.

Tomorrow I begin the two-day process to prepare for the Tuesday test at the Michael E. DeBakey Veterans Affairs Hospital in Houston’s Texas Medical Center. The test in itself is enough to cause great dread and loathing. But the fact that it is at the VA Hospital makes it even more an event I would view with about the same anticipation as being beaten by a gang of street toughs while having Barry Manilow music piped through my brainwaves. The VA is not exactly a hotbed of human kindness.

Back to the procedure, here is sort of in a sanitized nutshell what the next two days will bring for me:

“Thorough cleansing of the bowel is mandatory. Instructions for doing this will be given by the provider. This will include using enemas, not eating solid foods 2 or 3 days before the test, and taking laxatives. Complete emptying of the colon before the examination requires enemas or other purgatives. These must be repeated until no solid matter remains.”

This is like calling a giant meteor striking the earth “an upsetting event.”

And here is how the actual test is performed:

“You will lie on your left side with your knees drawn up toward the chest. After administration of a sedative and pain reliever, the colonoscope is inserted through the and gently advanced to the lowest part of the small bowel. Air will be inserted through the scope to provide a better view. Suction may be used to remove secretions. Since better views are obtained during withdrawal than during insertion, a more careful examination is done during withdrawal of the scope. Tissue samples may be taken with tiny biopsy forceps inserted through the scope. Polyps may be removed with electrocautery snares, and photographs may be taken. Specialized procedures, such as laser therapy, may also be performed.”

Yeow. The simple fact is when such a procedure begins at the very end of the digestive system and works its way back, one must surely know that pleasant will never be used as a descriptive word. It reminds me of the story my dad used to tell about some guy being asked by a judge about a incident of lawlessness.

Judge: It says here you shot the guy in the rectum. Is that correct?

Defendant: Rectum hell, I killed the S.O.B.


The positive side of the colonoscopy is to presumably give one a head start in staving off a serious malady such as colon cancer. There are a number of reasons one may have the test ordered in addition to screening for tumors such as, in my particular instance, finding a reason for lower gastrointestinal bleeding. There are some possible reasons for this that are relatively benign and hopefully those will be the outcome. Either that, or to be given a chance for an early shot at staving off something possibly life-threatening makes all of this dreadful preparation and hellish discomfort worthwhile. Or so I suppose. Oh well, wish me luck.

Another bad idea and not at all my color

Sometimes you just forget how bad an idea is a drunken woman with any kind of instrument for obnoxiousness — fingernail polish, for instance. Before I could say no my right pinkie was painted a terrifying bright pink. And before I could say: “What the hell did you do that for?” she had moved on to a completely different subject and thus I forgot that fingernail polish has a tendency to stay on one’s finger for awhile. So, I wore a Band Aid on my pinkie today. I still have it on. Yeah, no balls no blue chip. But people don’t want their federal government servants gussied up like one-tenth of a two-dollar whore. A long enough story short: That is why I am in possession in my grocery bag of a bottle of nail polish remover. It is most certainly a good idea and antidote to a bad idea.

Oh woe be gone for the always right right

There are effectively no good times to listen to the trash that is known as “talk radio.” But if one was to listen to it, these days are perhaps among the best. The right wing which owns talk radio is in enormous funk these days because their man Mitt Romney was losing the Republican nomination to John McCain. Apparently, losing is no more as “lost” is more the operative word since Der Mitt decided to drop out.

The right wing radio reprobates have tried to look brave while they pout over what was not to have ever been. They actually are like spoiled children in that they had this false hope in what seems now to have been so long ago that the conservative GOP would have the “permanent majority” their messiah Karl Rove had hoped to construct.

But a big problem exists within the construct to construct: Nothing lives forever, especially in politics. The rightists should be happy they will have a GOP candidate at all. Who knows? They might not, or at least may not field a candidate for the entire party. A lot can happen between now and the election.

There was one thing I heard Rush Sleazeball say today that is correct. That is the Republicans better not put all their chips on Billary. They have been campaigning against her (them) from the start. But what if the nominee is the Big Black Barack Attack? Hey, that would be a heck of a campaign slogan, or at least part of one. It’s kind of ethnic but what the hell. It’s not like anyone doesn’t know that Obama is — really — an African-American.

How about this: Watch Your White GOP Hiney: Here Comes the Big Black Barrack Attack! Hmm, not really warm and fuzzy is it?

Why am I in the Texas Medical Center this evening?

Tonight I am hanging out in a hotel smack dab in Houston’s Texas Medical Center. What a wonderful place to be, he said facetiously. Well, at least if something happens to you some of the world’s best hospitals are nearby. Although, I am not so sure that the hospital where I am going in the morning is one of the world’s, or even Harris County’s, best.

I will be having what is known as a “C & P” exam in the morning. The initials stand for “compensation and pension” and is performed in order to determine whether one’s health situation is connected with one’s military service. In my case, it is to find out whether my continual back and neck problems started while I was in the Navy. That is, indeed, when all such problems began. Whether the Department of Veterans Affairs will agree and decide to “award” me disability compensation is another mystery.

It is all sort of a mystery why I am here to begin with. A couple of weeks ago I got a letter from the VA saying I had a C & P exam scheduled after it was recommended by the VA Regional Office in Houston. Why this has come about, I don’t know. I did apply several years ago for disability compensation but I was never given an exam and I was financially unable at the time to travel back to Waco for a hearing about my claim. In short, I gave up on filing for a disability claim even though my physical problems started during my military service.

So, I shall see how the examination goes. I am not particularly optimistic that the outcome will favor me. That is because I have been lied to and have been jacked around so much by the VA that I have no faith whatsoever in their organization other than their ability to dispense the drugs I need to get by. So why am I here? I don’t know. Call me curious, or whatever, just call me in time for supper.