Author: DOuG pRATt

Music Therapy

My colonoscopy turned out okay, but the procedure revealed a potentially serious heart condition. If my pulse rate hadn’t been normal, they would have stopped the examination and wheeled my deeply sedated self into the ER, bare butt and all.

I won’t know more until next week, assuming I don’t stroke out before then. I’m going to spend the weekend listening to music, starting with this brilliant ELO album. Not here, but on vinyl.

Speedy! Clean!

Yesterday, looking at the Verizon FiOS bill, it had gone up $18 for no apparent reason. After two very long bot chats, and a very lengthy phone call with someone in India, not only was the $18 charge gone, my service had been upgraded from 100 meg to a gig.

Also yesterday, I was preparing for today’s colonoscopy, my third since first Prattling here. For the third time I was prescribed a different prep. How many different formulations are there to do the same thing? All of them are varying degrees of awful.

Let’s travel back in time to that first exam. There are comments from Monte, whose father, Charles M. Schulz, died of colon cancer.

And, In The End…

Sixteen years ago, I was reminding myself to tell of my experience with Transcendental Meditation. Having not done that yet, I’ll have to remind myself again.