Dwarf of the Day: Grumpy
Not completely grumpy, because I love my new printer. Very grumpy because, despite Bikram’s best efforts, my new wireless print server was a dud. No more time to deal with the issue today, so I’ve hijacked the network printer and strung cables all around the office to get things functional, if not elegant.
Also grumpy because I’ve had my last solid food until Thursday morning. The post-diverticulitis scoping last month was inconclusive on a few issues (and the pictures were beneath even this site’s standards), and there’s that whole pesky history of radiation and prostate cancer, so in 40 hours or so I get to experience the joys of a Barium Enema. As the pharmacist said when she gave me my prep drugs: ‘Have Fun.’
And just for Nala, I understand there’s a chance that when the x-ray machine is pointed at the barium in the intestines, there’s an off chance it will be refocused in a uinque waveform on the still-slightly-radioactive seeds in the prostate, and that the resulting combination of radiations, partially digested twinkies, and formerly enriched palladium may result in the creation of gay, transforming nano robots that will eventually complete my assimilation into BorgHealth’s collective. Just a chance mind you, but the S.S. Heart of Gold is on standby in case an evacuation is needed.