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Colonoscopy 2.0 and skirts

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This is my first one and I'm only doing itn just to make double extra sure nothing's going on up there other than some diverticulitis

I actually just do Cologuard since no family history.

My mom's doctor, an arrogant prick most of the time, literally cried when he told her she had colon cancer. He went back and looked at all of her scans and swore there was nothing there...and then poof.

Cancer's a fucking unpredictable bitch. That old doc is gone now too, from cancer.
 
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Have fun getting that tube shoved up your ass. Your doctor and your insurance company appreciate your compliance.


This is my first one and I'm only doing itn just to make double extra sure nothing's going on up there other than some diverticulitis

I'm kinda fucking around when I say this stuff. If I had a wife and kids I'm sure my perspective would be different.

I watched my aunt go through mastectomies, chemo, and radiation three times - cancer killed her at 54.

My mom went through surgery, and two bouts of chemo and radiation - I drove her to all of her appointments. It got her at 64.

I'm 59. My best friends are dead - guess what killed them? (Don't because you guys are assholes :lol:) The fact is if I'm diagnosed with terminal cancer I know exactly where I'm going - Vermont. No one is going to drive me to chemo, pull over when I need to puke on the way home, give me my meds in the middle of the night (like I did with my mom) and I'd rather go out on my own terms.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming of the fun of having to get colonoscopies, because we're a bunch of old farts.
 
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I'm kinda fucking around when I say this stuff. If I had a wife and kids I'm sure my perspective would be different.

I watched my aunt go through mastectomies, chemo, and radiation three times - cancer killed her at 54.

My mom went through surgery, and two bouts of chemo and radiation - I drove her to all of her appointments. It got her at 64.

I'm 59. My best friends are dead - guess what killed them? (Don't because you guys are assholes :lol:) The fact is if I'm diagnosed with terminal cancer I know exactly where I'm going - Vermont. No one is going to drive me to chemo, pull over when I need to puke on the way home, give me my meds in the middle of the night (like I did with my mom) and I'd rather go out on my own terms.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming of the fun of having to get colonoscopies, because we're a bunch of old farts.
I'm 54 and anyone who knows me would tell you I don't look sick and I really don't feel sick but I do have the venous reflux disease which is more or less CAD of the arteries in the legs. Doesn't hurt to get checked out, you live life differently when you know when your expiration date is at.
 
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I'm 54 and anyone who knows me would tell you I don't look sick and I really don't feel sick but I do have the venous reflux disease which is more or less CAD of the arteries in the legs. Doesn't hurt to get checked out, you live life differently when you know when your expiration date is at.

I have the same damn thing going on in my legs. My toes are blue in the morning because I refuse to sleep with compression socks. My liver can no longer keep up, and I still drink. I have no interest in being 70 and single, anyway. That's why I treat each Buckeye season as my last.

Wanna talk about 2024 football? Check back with me in August. If I'm still here I will be as excited as always, but I'm under no delusions.
 
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I have the same damn thing going on in my legs. My toes are blue in the morning because I refuse to sleep with compression socks. My liver can no longer keep up, and I still drink. I have no interest in being 70 and single, anyway. That's why I treat each Buckeye season as my last.

Wanna talk about 2024 football? Check back with me in August. If I'm still here I will be as excited as always, but I'm under no delusions.
I had a friend whom I'd known since we were small that started drinking heavy. One day he felt bad, went to the ER, his liver was shot, his other organs started to fail and he was dead in two days. When death comes it can be very swift and without warning.
 
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