I did find out I have something called diverticulitis, and the doc parted me from a little friend I didn't know I had named Polly Polyp. Goodbye dear Polly, but what in the hell is diverticulitis? See? I try to be responsible, get checkups, and then I find out I have something else going on (like there isn't enough going wrong with this body?). Ignorance is bliss. I'm going to stop going to docs.
I did manage to borrow a blue marker from the anesthesiologist and had my husband write "HI" on my right buttcheek. And coming out of the anethesia, I think I may have given the nurses a lecture on the riveting contributions that AC/DC has made to the music world (in the Bon Scott era, of course).
When I got home from my delightful morning at the hospital, I found my brand new Abu Dhabi Education Council teaching contract for 2012 to 2014 in my email inbox. I printed it, signed it, scanned it, and emailed it back faster than Angus Young can play the opening chords to "Let There Be Rock" . I am now HOFFICIALLY going to the United Arab of Emirates to teach high school for two years! I leave in August. Think the UAE is ready?