Well, my esophagogastroduodenosopy (which i'd note is a 140 point word before you add in the double and triple word bonuses) went pretty well. Turns out that i don't have any ulcers, hernias or other bits of what normally folks get after having acid reflux for a third of their lives, but i do have a rather swollen duoden (which doesn't score anywhere near as high, even with the triple word bonuses).
The thing is that when they're shoving electrical equipment down your piehole, they give you some drugs to keep you from freaking out that there's a several thousand dollar camera getting an extreme close-up of your spleen. and sure enough they did.
i forget the various things that they filled me full of, except for noting that none of them really seemed to do anything. i mean, i was relaxed, but then i was that before we started. In fact they were more of a bother than anything else. Heck, next time, i'll probably skip'em.
Thing is, i'm not really surprised. Drugs have held no fascination for me mostly because they get in the way of me being properly insane. i've climbed sidewalks in college, held a fierce argument with a fireplug and quoted Jabberwocky to my fellow bus-riders, all while dead cold sober. And trust me, doing any of those is a blast.
As i've told everyone who's ever asked me for a drug test: i'm weird enough sober. What do you think i'd be like if i were on drugs?
