why yes this is a pirate shirt...

for those that were wondering...i survived.

i wore my blingy pirate shirt

i was gratified to know the nurses both got the joke before i had to strip down and put on the fanny flasher.

seriously. those gowns are so not my speed.

then came the fun.

a meet and great with the Dr. and then

just gimme some drugs please and thank you.

but apparently i kept needing more. lucky me. i warned them it didn't work so well on me but they learned the hard way. apparently i "fought it" . rad.

they found 2 small polyps and removed them. (i have pictures but I'll spare you)

I'll get pathology results next Friday when i go in to discuss this good time , the liver biopsy results (which are in) and my adventure with pancreatitis.

so there we are. glad that crap is over.

i slept all day , the extra meds they had to give me to keep me sedated, tuckered me out.

and now I'm going out on a hot date.

yeah. i am.

in my pirate shirt.

i wear it like a badge of honor silently announcing that i battled the pirates and lived to tell the tale.

the prep was not delightful. i even puked huge amounts of clear fluids and noticed 2 pills hit me in my teeth on the way out. but i wouldn't say it was the worst thing I've ever done.

which is good because i have to do this good time again in 3-5 years.

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