Several people who I trust aren’t just screwing with me have suggested I go see the doctor about my stomachaches and I finally had enough of it and went today. It went pretty much the way I thought, and he was happy (unlike me) that I’d gained weight over the winter. I guess if my problem was something serious, I would have been losing weight. But he told me things I didn’t want to know. I might have to avoid fried foods. I might have to quit drinking beer. I might have some sort of digestive problems that require a colonoscopy, TWO YEARS EARLY.

The worst part is that I HAVE TO PLAY WITH MY POO. That’s right, a hemoccult test where they look for blood in my stool. Not only am I supposed to avoid red meat for several days, I HAVE TO PLAY WITH MY POO. Oh, and I got a prescription for GERD medication, too.

So now I’m old, I can’t eat and drink stuff I want to, and I have a new unwanted scatological hobby. Oh, and I got a doohickey to help troubleshoot my radio problems and it proved to me that things are going to be harder to figure out than I’d hoped. Phooey. The new radio is arriving early next week, though!