Events of the last two or three weeks just reaffirmed my belief that the best way to live a long and happy life is to avoid doctors. I hadn't had a complete physical in 3-4 years, so I let my wife (a healthcare professional) browbeat me into one. I went in and had blood tests done, got poked and prodded, had my prostate checked (that left me walking on tippie toes for a day or two) and finally, I went in for a colonoscopy. If you're not familiar with this, I'm not going to enlighten you. Try Wikipedia or the Mayo Clinic web site.

Anyway, I believe that I got an overdose of my sedative, and that caused some interesting behavior. I think the best moment was when I sat down with one of the dogs, put my arm around him, and explained that I loved him, but had to cut his throat because I didn't like the way he looked at me. My kids wouldn't bring me the big chef's knife, but I did get shipped off to the hospital for some treatment.

So, I'm left in an embarrassing position. I have had to apologize to posters on a few forums for some of my remarks. In particular, on this forum adamsappleone gets a well deserved apology.