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It's February... Are you still watching
what you eat?
An Ounce of Prevention
Miss Bea, the church organist, was in her eighties and had
never been married. She was much admired for her sweetness
and kindness to all.
One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed
him into her
quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while
she prepared tea.
As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed
a cut glass
bowl sitting on top of it, filled with water. In the water
floated, of all things, a condom! When she returned with tea
and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle
his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater,
but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.
"Miss Bea," he said, "I wonder if you would
tell me about this?" pointing to the bowl.
"Oh, yes," she replied, "isn't it wonderful?
I was walking downtown a few months ago and I found this little
package on the ground. The directions said to place it on
the organ, keep it wet, and it would prevent the spread
of disease. And you know, I haven't had a cold all winter!"
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Drive carefully on those icy
roads!
BROTHER SPEEDER
LET'S REHEARSE
ALL TOGETHER
"GOOD MORNING, NURSE"
~Burma Shave
More from the Washington Post's
Style Invitational:
Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that
stops bright ideas from penetrating.
The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking
down in the near future.
Inoculatte (v): To take coffee intravenously when you are
running late.
Hipatitis (n): Terminal coolness.
Osteopornosis (n): A degenerate disease.
Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the
day consuming only things that are good for you.
Glibido (v): All talk and no action.
Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just
after you've accidentally walked
through a spider web.
Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a
grub in the fruit you're eating.
And the top pick of the literature:
Ignoranus (n): A person who's both stupid and an asshole.
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Hello again, HCPs-
This edition we feature a chapter of the
upcoming book "Fifty Things to Do at Fifty", edited
by Debra Gordon. When they asked me to write a chapter, there
was little doubt in my mind that any self-respecting gastro
would order up a personal periscopic procedure! If you know
anyone with a virgin vintage posterior, please email this
article to them as March is Colon Cancer Awareness Month!
For those awaiting part two of "Mind
Over Platter: Veggie Tales", that article will run in
the second ezine this month.
Warmly,
Pat Raymond M. D. FACP FACG
Chief Enjoyment Officer, Rx For Sanity
If You're Fifty, You Need
Your
Colonoscopy: No Ifs,
Ands, or Butts!
Im proud to be a Big Buttinski. After
all, I chose to become a Gastroenterologist. And I want you
to get your colonoscopy now.
You think that I am going to harp on the medical reasons,
dont you? About how 40% of Americans at forty have
one or more colon polyps, little fleshy mushroomlike
growths, sprouting in their colon. And how these polyps, usually
over a ten to twelve year span, may proceed onto cancer in
6% of us. That as our number two cancer killer, after lung,
you really need your colonoscopy done to look for and remove
those polyps, simply because now youre fifty.
Nah. Too easy. Instead, Im going to tweak most Americans
two darkest desires: greed and the quest for fame.
Greed? you echo hungrily, spittle forming at
the corner of your mouth. Colonoscopy can make me rich?
We Gastroenterologists of course are in the gravy
with the increased application of colon cancer screening at
fifty; our G.I. economic forecast is that things are
looking up. But you can profit, too. You might choose
to follow in the path of the late great Italian artist Piero
Manzoni. If you do not have your finger on the pulse of the
nineteen sixties pop art movement, you may be unaware of Sig.
Manzonis BM art. In 1961, he canned his solid excretory
material, in increments of excrement of 30g each in some 90
tins. These exclusive excretory exibits were sold to art collectors
when they were hot at peak poop prices as high
as $75 thousand dollars. As Mr. Manzoni is now nailed
to his perch and producing neither art nor excrement,
his prices remain high. But in an unexpected movement, this
art becomes ever rarer as time passes, as half of this canned
can art has exploded. Thats right, his art is not too
pooped to pop.
Think you cant get rich selling compost? That poop
canning is simply an oddity, not a commodity? I beg to differ.
As recently as June of 2002, the respected Tate Gallery in
London excitedly announced it had purchased tin No. 004 for
about $38,000. Do the calculations yourself: the purchase
price for 30g of gold at that time was around $300. As most
folks expel about 7lbs. of debris during their colonoscopy
cleansing prep, with careful collection and skillful marketing
you could hit the mother lode. Then you can sit back and rest
on your laurels, or bring your laurels over for their colonoscopy.
But what if your poop products dont become the cabbage
patch doll, pet rock, or furbee of the next Christmas season?
I also promised you a shot at fame, and I didnt just
mean the glare of our internal spotlight. You see, our generation
is enthralled with buttocks, from the rounded slopes of J
Lo, the golden globes of Mel Gibson, and South Parks
Cartman and his adventures with the alien anal probe.
However, our modern stars are nothing compared to the artistry
of the great Petomaine. Monsieur H Pujol, with the stage name
Petomaine, was a sensation over western Europe in the late
1800s. A headline performer at the famed Moulin Rouge,
Petomaine was known for his anal imitations, and for his ability
to play wind instruments with his rectal control- you got
it, this fartist was also a flautist. This legacy has not
faded to oblivion. Now on the scene one may find an English
former train conductor, stage name Mr. Methane, making a tidy
living with what he calls Controlled Anal Voicing.
We will happily provide you the opportunity to test your
talents at controlled anal voicing after your colonoscopy.
Heres how it goes: First weve got to flush you
out, a universally disliked bit of extreme house cleaning.
Then, after you check in and receive your IV and some really
great drugs, we skillfully advance a flexible lighted endoscope
around the colon to where no man has gone before, to where
the sun never shines, or to where theres no intelligent
life
but where, despite what your spouse or coworkers
say, where we rarely find your head. We will inflate your
colon with air to inspect the colon lining. If we find polyps,
we snip them on our way out
as simple as that. The part
with the hose only takes about 20 minutes, the whole shebang
with check-in and recovery about two hours. If we find no
polyps, well stop nagging you for ten years about colonoscopy;
if we remove a polyp or you have a first degree relative with
colon cancer, well see you back for a repeat personal
periscopic party in five years.
Ive got a gut feeling about what youre thinking
at this point: yeeeeooooooouuuuuk. Just get over it and have
fun with it; colonoscopy is embarrassing but very rarely fatal.
As a Butt Meddler (you may be unaware of my
hit single, The Wind Between Your Cheeks), I
attempt to bring a sense of whimsy to colonoscopy to counteract
that natural ick factor. I encourage my patients,
should their colonoscopy be scheduled for a holiday, to decorate
their bottom to celebrate the day. Ive been greeted
over the years with hearts, pumpkins and black cats. Ive
even had an American Flag or two. I dont generally
get d*cor on lesser holidays.
Imagine my surprise when I pulled back the sheet covering
an elderly lady patient on Lincolns Birthday and found
a miniaturized version (oh, the wonder of computers) of the
Gettysburg Address taped to her nether cheek.
Of the people, by the people, and for the people
resounding and stirring even when affixed to a vertical smile.
What can be done by the people and for the people
if you do have a polyp? Dont panic. First, wait for
the pathology, as many polyps are not the right kind to ever
grow up to anything cancerous. If you do grow the premalignant
kind called adenoma, diet, exercise, calcium
intake and baby aspirin, that is, all the things your mother
told you to do (with the possible exception of the aspirin)
will reduce your odds of growing more. And what the heck,
weve already got a date for five years to get up close
and personal again.
Fame and fortune can be yours - they may be just a simple
colonoscopy away. So get off your butts (as in Butt
I don wanna/ Butt its soooo icky/ Butt I wont
get colon cancer) and schedule yours today!
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Twenty-eight grams of prevention is
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