So, I heard from some of you that this whole gastrointestinal posting was a little too much information and I can understand that. The experience really wasn't that bad, as compared to the prep, which reminded me of this oldie but a goodie from SNL.
Anyway, as I was leaving the doctor's office, he came up to me with this huge smile and said "You owe me some beers, man. That polyp I removed was huge!" And he said it while laughing. I'm guessing he's not concerned about this, which means I won't be concerned about this, which normally I'd be concerned about. They're doing the biopsy now and I'll have the results in less than a week. Turns out I have a history of colon cancer in the fam, so it's a good thing I went under. My brother just made his appointment. I told him to look at the guy's hands when he shakes them to judge the size of his fingers.
And the Mets suck. That's all.