Once Again, Still Not Dying

I know you're all eagerly awaiting the results of my colonoscopy! Well, let me end the suspense: It went fine. The doctor found only one small polyp and removed it. Assuming nothing turns up on the routine biopsy (which he doubts) there's no obvious problem. So the mystery of my elevated calprotectin will remain that -- a mystery. I'm back to my original conclusion that I have some mild type of IBS that comes and goes, and I'm continuing my decision to drink less because I think that contributes to it.

The artwork above is called "Fibonacci Flip" by Peter Randall-Page, from 2010. It was on the wall of the clinic building across the street from the one I attended. According to a plaque next to the artwork, it is "based on spiral phyllotaxis, which is a common growth pattern in plants, most commonly seen in the arrangement of seeds in in the head of a sunflower."

I had assumed it was a Petri dish.

Anyway, yesterday wasn't as miserable as I was afraid it would be. I began the day pretty fuzzy-headed, as you could probably tell from yesterday's blog post. But after the second round of prep I spent the morning cleaning -- I did laundry, cleaned the bathrooms, and then went out in the garden to deadhead roses.

I trimmed a couple of big, tattered leaves off the burdock and noticed that one of them had several of those ladybug larvae on the underside. So I had to carefully dislodge the larvae and transfer them to the part of the plant I wasn't throwing out. Those little things can cling! But I saved them all in the end.

The one thing I couldn't do is read. I just didn't have the concentration. I read blogs in the afternoon but that was the best I could do. And then it was off to the clinic for my 4 p.m. appointment, and as everyone always says, the actual colonoscopy was far easier than the two days of preparation.

Last night, while eating a blessedly normal dinner (hamburgers), Dave and I watched an episode of "Bewitched" -- which is a really dreadful show, by the way -- and it featured Gladys Kravitz quaffing a gigantic martini. "Look, it's me!" I said to Dave.

(Despite my vow to drink less, I will still allow myself a martini now and then. On special occasions.)

Speaking of Mrs. Kravitz, I haven't seen our own Mrs. K in months. She is normally out in the garden all the time at this time of year, but she has not made an appearance and her garden is rather overgrown. Her rear storage shed has been standing open with the light on for days. I've seen Mr. K here and there over the past month or so, but I think Mrs. K must be traveling or something. I don't really know them well enough to ask, but if I see Mr. K again I might gin up the courage.