Well today was the day for the "big" procedure. Which turned out to be not that big of a deal. I gotta tell you, this doctor stuff brings out the absolute worst in me. I think I'm generally a very nice person, but when I go to doctor/dentist if find myself apologizing for my bad attitude. I just hate going to get checked out. I was warned about the new levels of humility that I would find while preparing in the 24 hours prior to the procedure. I found every level and more.......ewww.

So here goes, I check in with the nurse. The first thing she asked me was if I was in the movie "Dahmer". I told her "no". She then gave me a gown and told me to strip to my socks. I did that and waited for her to return. She came back and took my blood pressure and set up the IV. Then I was wheeled back to where they would do they work. They put some Vicodin or Valium-type stuff ( I don't remember what he said) in the IV and a mouth piece in my mouth and it was lights out...........I woke up........later. I do know how long later, but I remember nothing.........NOTHING.

It's scary that a drug can do that to you that quick. Well, I guess it would be great if I was getting a face-lift or breast implants. When I woke up I felt like Anna-Nicole Smith must feel all the time.

Now I know why they required that I bring someone to escort me home. I was a complete wreck when the doctor explained the results afterwards. I remember them giving me my clothes to get dressed, but I have no recollection of dressing myself. I don't remember getting in the elevator to leave either. Scary. The doctor said everything looked normal. Cool.

I don't know why I'm losing blood, or from where. I don't know why my iron-levels are low or why I'm completely exhausted so often. I'll start taking vitamins, eating more vegetables and sleeping more than the 4-6 hours a night I now get. That better work because I'm done with doctors for a while.