Just Another Irritation

I have to admit there or a hand full of things that has annoyed me as a person with a disability over the decades. In the old days it was people who violated directed parking or disabled parking, then there are those people who always asked if I wanted to race.( in my wheelchair) making race car noises One thing which has irritated me most over the years is the idiot who has their choice 5 to 10 stalls ( in a public bathroom)and invariably picks the one wheelchair accessible stall in the whole bunch. They sit in the like George Costanza reading newspapers, changing clothes staying in the accessible stalls long as possible. Well yesterday I finally came across my newest able-bodied peeve.

The end of the month and like every end of the month I head over to Salt Lake,downtown UTA station and pick up my new bus pass which allows me to ride the train and the buses for the next month. I was a little miffed I forgot that UTA pulled the customer service station now downtown. It's just an another irritation. There was a note scrawled on a piece of cardboard and posted in the window to empty storefront indicating that UTA customer service is now in the downtown Harmons store, the huge new edifice in downtown Salt Lake, a real market.

One of the best features of the new trains which UTA has purchased, aside from the being low riders and no longer having to rely on the train engineer to lower a ramp to exit her gain access to the train. New trains have of a button exterior and interior to the exit with little wheelchair guy, that you press which will then deploy a mini ramp and then open the doors. It's not cord system the best and I must admit to me some time getting used to but it does allow me to independently use the train. What I've noticed though is that from the time the buttons pushed until the ramp is deployed the doors open could be like 5 to 10,15 seconds long enough to have somebody who does not understand the process think something is wrong with the doors. It's bad enough when you're on the inside the train in the doors and do not immediately open and all that" helper guys" start moving in front of you punching buttons trying the force the door open. Usually I can say or act with enough authority to stop the guy for trying to open the door which is only been open on its own time frame. The real problem is the people on the outside of the door the do not realize the the ramp system is been activated so these guys are smashing the button on the outside door like crazy. This happened today and so messed up the door, that the door opened and closed several times and even though I was inside pushing the “wheelchair guy button” the ramp never deployed the doors never opened and I got whisked away to the next stop. The next stop where I had to exit the train wait around for the next train to take me back to the stopped that would get me to the UTA downtown service outlet that no longer is there. This is what pisses me off now: people who are to much in a hurry access the train to go blindly smashing the buttons when nothing happens the move to another door and asked to enter the train screwing everything up for the person with a disability trying to get off the train. I don't know how much more the second take.

I Wish It Were Me

It's been a bit since I last posted, in fact it's been a national holiday, three-day weekend a major family function on my part well my what my part more like on Diane's. The end of May is just loaded with family functions. Asher the newest grandson to the family birthday was over the weekend. Ashley birthday coincided with Brooks'visit. Shelley's birthday was yesterday just whole lot going on. And I'm not even yet going to talk about the tools birthday Bridget and Mark A's birthdays which happens first week of June = next weekend. Oh yeah and Anakah's sixth grade promotion is today which I think is a little over the top but I could be wrong.

Weatherize last weekend sucked, which is okay since good part of the weekend was spent going out to eat or hosting meals that are home for Brooks and family. I tried to stay away as much as I could but still participate as much as I could. We had gumbo and we had chicken and dumps a favorite of Brooks and I eat my fair share without grimacing, gagging or complaining. I have to admit I think I'm beginning to like Gabe's gumbo that even joyed the chicken and dumplings the chicken and brought more than dumplings but I did okay, all things considered. The days were cold, scattered showers the weekend was a goner.

Brooks flew out Monday morning and the world is returning to normal. We even grilled chicken last night. The summer has started meaning television viewing is nonexistent, it's a rerun desert. So, we easily and retire early – – which is okay during the week since I give up so early. I'm reading Norman Goundary's latest novel. I have the model saved in a format that all my handhelds and read so even going to bed early – while some still out and being productive and working through my summers reading list. I must admit Norman's novel has sucked me in. I'm vowing not to become Norm's editor, because Norm needs an editor. Content is provocative, I am enjoying the content and maybe the lab will go back and clean the book up before he turned it loose on the data sea – – either way I am pleased to be able to read his volumes before anybody else. I guess I must on my side of the social contract now and give Norm and honest critique but that will be difficult because I don't know how thick-skinned Norman is. And I did how serious he is when he says let him know how I like it to me and put I'd like to give. Weird, I don't want to be an editor for free. But I must admit the idea of editing would be so cool but editing is a lot of work and after the gleam will then what but a and/or live writer, someone who actually writes. I wish it were me. 

Pay It Forward

Yesterday was the quarterly meeting of the Survivors Club. Actually, it's more like the biannual meeting of the Survivors Club now. The Survivors Club is a group of folk made up of individuals who worked at the office I work at now, my first came to work with the State. As to the staff "jumped ship" and previous director took leadership of the office. I'm the last of the original staff. We launched at the new mall recently opened in downtown Salt Lake City, at the food court. I figured this was the best place for lunch since it was easy access to everybody's office and the train stops right in the middle of the mall.

In actuality, the food court is just the food court the matter how fancy these folks tried to make it. The anchor restaurant is McDonald's and that says about everything. There was fast food varieties of Mexican food, Italian food, and of course Chinese with Japanese throne in for fun. The selection was just not that appealing but I went to the process--I suppose as other group members--and got something Japanese. Now this is the weird part, I got a drink with my lunch, the meal is about $6. .95 in my drink was a $1.95. When I tried to pay for my meal the cashier just rang up $1. 95 and I was caught in a moral dilemma. I elected to bring to the attention of the cashier that I had not been charged for my main selection. She looked at me and said," Hh, your meals been paid for". I of course was a bit taken aback trying to fathom the whole thing. The people in front of me had moved on quickly and there was no way to see who the good Samaritan had been. Some one had cranked up their karma by purchasing my lunch. I even had to take a second look at myself , hopefully I do not look too gimped out-I don't think that I did.

It's Friday morning, this morning, noon feeling pretty good. My wounds are closed, and dressed and out the door it is not too cold. However, we are between low-pressure systems there are clouds out there that day's forecast to be warm as the old low center exits in the new comes in. Tomorrow, should be the rain day. What is becoming much too usual, me stopping at Starbucks and getting something to drink. I can't believe I'm doing this but today is Friday and I stop for a cop of dark blend, to pinks and half-and-half. This is the truth as the barista hands me a tall scolding hot coffee I swing my arm and gets the top of the drink with my hand spilling the whole thing all over the countertop in the floor below--fortunately none of the liquid touched my control mechanism on my power chair or I thrive either of which could have been toast. I have for to clean up the mess they just laugh at me get to work with napkins and mop. They pour me another drink and I had out towards the door feeling chagrined but grateful that I remembered someone did something very nice for me the day before. So I thought how could I do something for somebody it is they came up the idea. I did not want to be found out by the person who I treated so I figured if I ask a barista to count 15 customers and on the 15th take the five dollars I hand the barrista buy that 15th person thIer morning drink. Now, I don't know if the barista did my request, I have no reason to believe she did not, she looked like she liked the idea. Doesn't matter because I got the good deed off my chest, recharged my karma can got on with my life: paid forward.

It's kind of been one of those days, the kind that you got one thing in mind of what you're going to do that but revelations from the Internet I E, e-mail totally rearrange your schedule. This is what happened is what to me when I opened up my e-mail directory and sure enough I had a meeting scheduled over lunch to 130. Luckily for me the days a beautiful day, breezy temperature in the 80s, a great day for cruising. The only issue if any is will my batteries handle the stress. This is really a pain in the butt, never knowing if you have enough power start off on and adventure we have enough juice to get back home, the office or whatever starting point you need to get back to. I felt for some time that the charge in my batteries have become weaker by having the charge so many times during the day to meet my daily transit commitments. My indicator read 93% that should be well enough to go come back anywhere I needed to go in the downtown area, I thought I would be okay.

By the time I got to Courthouse station I knew I knew I was in trouble. The power levels had fallen to 65% and I still had a ways to traverse to my meeting and back again. I wasn't too worried even if my batteries are depleted to the point it no longer moves the chair a call on Frank or Amy to come rescue me: disengage the clutches of push me back to the office where I could plug-in and restore my energy levels. I knew for sure I could probably make it back to the Arena Station here, I was a little spooked.

At Arena Station my indicator was way in the yellow and showing 36%, I knew soon I would be in the dreaded red zone. I was almost home though decide to go for broke. I pushed my chair and number two speed level, and some misguided belief that if one uses a lower speed one does not burn his energy as fast as tearing around high-speed. I made I got off the Arena grounds and crossed the street than I crossed the next Street.

I was worried that I would not have enough power to even come up on the crown of the road but I was pleasantly surprised chair just kept on going. I was pleased to find myself getting all the way to the front door of the office through the door and back home in my office. Soon as charged in building charge or.

So, I really am going to have to consider getting a new set of batteries for the chair. A new set of could easily pay ba pay back $400 I don't need that right but you got to do what you got to do.

 Asher trying his new walking skills as Gabe looks on...

Weekends can be a blur I understand this and this last weekend was no different, it was not because we were doing so much the weekend was a blur maybe it's because we did so little that as I look back on the weekend little bit unfocused. We continue to work on the house, getting the house cleaned up for the Brooks visit which is to be this week. And of course, the most assistance I can be in anything like this (like the ramp project) is to assist those who can do and for me to stay out of their way. This case the help Dianne and stay out from underfoot.

It seems I am fastly coming to the last of the television season finales, this is great news for me, which means we are going quickly into that vast desert of summer reruns an poor viewing options on the tube. Friday night, was an example of this. Earlier in the year we were able to record good viewing from Thursday night and Wednesday night and use that viewing to get past the bleak spots on Friday evening and Saturday if we need to. There's always the option of Red box but not this Friday. You can only do so much with the Internet. Even though I stayed up way too late. Saturday morning came and I made some breakfast and stayed away--grabbed some McDonalds hamburgers and a couple movies from the Red box. We cleaned it we were exhausted, broke watch the movies and Dianne is not yet ready for bed so I stayed up and did the dishes another eventful day. Sunday dawned with promise of being a great day. Clean dishes and access to the stove I made green pepper ham and mushroom Fridays I fall short of calling them on let's. There are good and filling got us going. Again staying now the way, I went over to Al and Laney's and spent a couple hours with the old folks catching up. It'd been a while since we last spoke and I was feeling guilty. Spend a couple hours there talking with Albert and Lanay. It's a shame, I think Albert is on his way out, dizziness, poor feeling, and in severe chills does not sound good. To try to talk him into going in and having these symptoms considered that the old guy wouldn't do it. I can't say that I blame him – – because I sort of know where he is coming from; still I will hate to lose the old guy.

I dropped the movies off at the Red box and returned home, and visit number three half-hour since I left Diane's becoming concerned that once she found my dinner dizziness ancients all was already. The kids were bringing over Sunday dinner in the house was coming along fine. Sunday evening was the annular eclipse and Gabe was totally excited, he had pilfered his dad's welding masks in order to watch the event. The bread over great barbecue and we sort of settled in to wait for the eclipse to begin of course in the best Utah fashion the clouds rolled in just as the sun seemed to be being gobbled up. Gabe of course freaks and eventually throws everybody in the car and heads off to find clear sky that they can view the eclipse. Dianne and I eventually found the eclipse on the Internet being broadcast live with great color commentary. All in all it wasn't a bad weekend but still I hope for more.

I was out sick the first two days of the week because I had to endure another skin breakdown on my butt. I don't know what happened on Saturday and Sunday I don't know fuzz up to long are sitting Touche to crazy I don't know. What I do know is that my skin begin to break down extremely quick. So the days of been fairly quiet at the office and I decided to take the first two days of the week off to see if I can clear up the skin issue is much as possible. Thursday before I left the office I noticed there was an e-mail from my new boss Amy – – that sounds so strange to refer to her as the new boss. This is especially true since technically she will not be my new boss since as I understand things I'm going to be there only on loan as we work out the time issue of me becoming 62 and legal for retirement within the state system. But the e-mail said here is the name of somebody contact our office would like you to come over and check the surroundings make sure it's accessible for you and so we can make any changes that might need to be made to your workstation. There was communication with the new office. Somehow all this which is been happening to me recently has been sort of surreal my like I know them leaving but just hasn't really sunk in until the e-mail. Well I was sick the first two days but I figured I better get my butt in gear and make arrangements for the role through of my new workstation. I do not want these people to think that I did not appreciate them bringing me in to their hive, even if my boss here is going to continue to pay my salary in eyes bring my own equipment.

The first two days of the week were absolutely beautiful clear skies, temperatures in the 80s I really wished I had been at work even if just to take off lunch cruise around the concrete and enjoy the warm days of an early summer. Well I called Patty when I got back made arrangements to stop by that office yesterday at three o'clock and afternoon. Now our offices been light all week the boss and the secretary had taken off for hinter parts of the state to provide sooner support in those areas. They should be gone all week. And the boss and staff have been concerned about my fragility sort of leaving the office early to get home to get the weight off my butt. So anyway I took off yesterday about 2:30 PM

caught the bus which struck me off almost directly in front of the building.

The building is a relatively new building lots of glass lots of flat surfaces so I was a bit surprised when I saw there was a porch lift the front of the building to raise me up a host of stairs to get to the entrance. I was even more surprised to find this lift didn't work. Had dutifully written down Patty's cell phone number from her e-mail and I tried to call but couldn't but each time I called got the wrong number I still can't believe that. I did get a holder finally she came out got me and took me around to the back which is the best country to the building. On the front of the building are signs of companies in the building that seemed to be a great deal but inside the building that it feels almost vacant, quiet. There seems to be many locked doors. In the office space I was greeted by Amy another staff who all seemed genuinely happy to see me, eggs and excited to have me as part of their working group. I picked my own workstation which is a cubicle course of the fairly large cubicle. There are many workstations but there seem to be only a few operators which again shocked me from what I remember 211 had many operators. Now seem to be only one Spanish-speaking operator and the rest of us. The whole area still smells new – – and he tells me they've only been in that space two months. Things are still being done physically to the area. I essentially told what I needed to make my workspace accessible to talk a little bit of the questions that need to be asked before I really go to work there. Those questions well be handled between my current boss Claire and any who will duke out the fine print. But I feels good to be a good match and somewhat cozy similar to the work environment I'm in now. I'm a bit excited but a bit spooked I could tell these folks seemed to be hoping that I will be a benefit to their project. He seemed dismayed when I told them I cannot bring over a database as somehow the database I have here corrupted and disappeared years ago. But they bounced back from that news indicating it will develop one together regarding disability questions. What's weird only anxiety I had over this whole work thing work change was watching television last night at home and begin to wonder if I'm up to this new project. I think I am. I think I'm excited assist now see if I can do it. It looks like at this point I'll be transitioning to that building sometime in July. There was talk about doing the transition as early as June 11 but that doesn't seemed to be going to happen. I was kind of shocked that I felt a little bit let down that I would have to wait so long to make the transition. This is a good thing?

PS--I just liked this image

I am back in the office today. I am doing pressure releases like mad and tilting back in my chair and thinking as lite as I can but I can still feel the pressure of my body bearing down on the hip with the injury and getting stressed. I have spent the morning returning calls, emails and getting acclimated to my  office--it seems forever since I have been here. The boss and staff of the office also took off for consumer meeting is far reaches of the State. Everyone is encouraging me to leave early to go home and take the weight off my butt i.e. get off your butt, go back to bed!!! I cannot stand the thought of laying round all after noon. I actually put calls into my PT and durable medical vendor to begin the process to acquire a Roho cushion--I sort of love/hate Roho's but if sitting  on a Roho will extend my time up at work or play I am ready to consider the cushion.

So, I'm off home to bed for the remainder of the day--I really am trying to be good.

i kinda hate Blogspots new system--its very difficult to operate,especially the image upload and dictate software.

Long day of laying in bed and one more tomorrow but things are looklng much better.

Kid Day Revisited

The day did not start out as a kid day as much as the day started out as a way to keep my granddaughter, Anakah entertained. The 12-year-old is any American girl on the threshold of adolescence takes a lot of energy to keep entertained. So with that in mind I knew the best option was to do something on public transit. Since I have a pass and enough tokens to keep us traveling free of charge for hours it only made. And since I was still fresh from the journey I took earlier in the week to Clearfield Utah I figured a bus and train trip might be the easiest way to go.

It took a while but finally Anakah finally woke and worked with her grandmother on producing a waffle breakfast that could not be beat and soon we were ready to head outbound and begin our journey. Dianne dropped us off at the train station conserving my batteries. The day held promise still just teensy-weensy cool, I decided to travel just a hat and a longsleeved shirt. It was two or three a clock in the afternoon as we started out which in my estimation is very late but an adventure is an adventure regardless of the time of day. As we're traveling inbound to the new Salt Lake City mall City Creek I received a phone call from Mark Anthony asking if we still need his assistance cleaning out the garage. That was last week's tasks we did get that pretty much completed so we informed him we were out on an adventure and yes that he and Jasmine to join us resell of course.

As I've indicated before Saturday public transit is always interesting not plain frightening. I had the idea during the trip that the training was loaded with train zombies. We talked about even developing a game, video game, train zombies. Actually idea really interesting game sharing we don't have the skills to do the development. Belly wanders through the mall, the new mall and was astounded at the amount of other people at the mall. The good thousands it was hard to say but we went to the food court got something the and waited for Mark and Jasmine to catch up. I should back up a little here and mention we were expected back no later than eight o'clock – – what seemed like forever to me – – but I begin to notice the time seemed to be fleeting. Mark and Jasmine finally joined us. We doubled back to the food court where Mark and Jasmine got something to eat and Anakah and I continued to people watch and worry about zombies.

As kid days go, this kid day was pretty sedate. We watched a lot of people, who watched people spend money. Anakah scored big time as she wandered in and out of high-end stores grabbing as many samples she could get her hands on a perfume and any other items that were free. Anakah finally did purchase a couple so pieces which is kind of obligatory for Mother's Day. We hung out, watched people, hooked up with a son and cousin. There was a grand day even if I ran my power chair dangerously close to exhaustion. We had call grandma once regarded to our home station to came out and saved us in the van. Nice kid day though will have to do more.

Something To Think About

 Ani in the boat at sportsworld

This weekend was no last weekend by any definition of the phrase lost “weekend”but certainly this was a weekend her again my services as a family member seem somewhat minimized by my disability; which is cool, and I should not let this bother me ,but I'm finding that my lack ability of being able to assist in this projects is becoming more and more frustrating. So I spent a lot of time keeping out of the way of the worker bees. Add to the fact that this weekend the temperature is not all that warm, so I cannot spend time out in any of my usual hiding places basking in the sun and reading. I enjoyed the efforts of my family though in a concerted drive to clean out the garage which is my other refuge in life or I keep my wood shop as it is. So, Gabriel Mark A and Dianne spent the day in the garage separating useful things from garbage and putting the garage in order. So now I can get to my workbench and my tools and I just have to set up my wood lathe and I should be ready to go.

The secondary project of the day was to clean out our guest room which has been a depository of many things and was time to clean it out. The guestroom in many cases is also the granddaughter room or in this case Ani's room, and has not been accessible to on Ani for about a year now. Well, this room was cleaned out as well and I spent the night in her room. So Sunday morning I was able to get dressed Dianne and Anakah were at breakfast at the village Inn. On the return Dianne was so exhausted from the work the day before and Anakah was still interested in exploring some of the afternoon. As powered up, dressed ready to go so why not. He first went to Starbucks and got coffee and watched the Barbies come and go and waited for the bus which we are anticipating taking to the train station going to the city. About forgotten that the local transit authority had cancel all Sunday transit except for the train. So he get to the train year okay if not zero way out of luck so looks like we're going to do something local spent rolling for me but walking for the adolescent. So the afternoon was spent wandering through Toys "R" Us and the big sports store next to Toys "R" Us. It was fun to even took a break and enjoyed the lunch at Subway. The afternoon was a good time with finally returned home about 4:30. It's been a great day together, I didn't even mind Ani's best efforts at trying to get me to purchase her an MP3 player. I didn't of course this weekend, but I certainly keep it in the back my mind that is something she really desires at this point in time. She even suggested to the point of of willing to work for such a device-- like mowing yards, clean up rooms and who knows what else might be helpful. Something to think about.

By the grace of God there go I

At lunch, the weather was looking pretty good, sunshine warm temps and a brisk wind out of the South side figured what the heck I go this shop in downtown. I did I got the things I needed decide to stop Carl's Junior for lunch. I always think experience a Carl's Junior is going be better than what I anticipate. I'm not ready for is that at this particular Carl's Junior for the Salt Lake's hobo central. They have a great menu and it's relatively inexpensive as lunches downtown go except for the hobo element. And I know this sounds real elitist and I like to think I'm not (that kind of person ) but maybe I am – – and that's sad.

I am always blown away whenever I enter the downtown Carl's Junior, there is a mixture of white shirt and ties, working blokes wearing skull covers and work boots faded jeans and justice faded T-shirts or shirts and of course the hobos. Many times it seems like these folks made a mad dash from State Street to Carl's after they'd bagged enough enough to purchase any kind of lunch that would save them from Shelter food. Whenever I get there is always a line and I fall into line and begin trying to make up my mind before it's time to order. Today there is another power wheelchair and Carl's, but seen this guy before actually this gal – – she looks homeless but she has a mohawk haircut and hangs around with a guy who also has a mohawk haircut with about the same length as hers. We do that disability thing where we don't notice each other by noticing each other. She gives me in my chair the once over and thinks she has a faster chair – – I can tell. But she doesn't, she may have a newer chair, but not faster she has little so little Pronto's face on late-night TV the seniors and down outers. There's also hard-core Native American/Hispanics in here as well, I don't know if it's because of the largely Hispanic menu are those just downtown. I'm also impressed with the amount of Spanish speaking employees behind the counter being able service anyone who walks up. Carl's Junior has a breakfast menu which actually looks pretty good I've never used it but one day I might. I wonder how many of the hobos use it I imagine to be a pretty good caloric dump to the system to get to get you going on today.

As I sort of indicated a number of these individuals I have seen panhandling out on Main Street and State Street and in front of some of the larger high-end stores in the new downtown area. So the folks look pretty run down ratty tatty, and some look pretty good, all things considered. But I wonder sometimes is what I look like, with my long sleeved T to tight for me – – – really should not wear it, my backpack and maybe the power chair just wonder how many these folks think I am one of them. Oh gosh, there I said it, what an elitist remark I wouldn't blame you feel stop reading this blog after a comment like that. Today, I got grilled steak burrito sounds a heck of a lot better than it is, and one thing it really is his juicy. I really thought I had the bugger wrapped up tight but when I raised the burrito to my mouth slew of the burrito juice and oil came spewing out of it and over my T-shirt. There's no way I could have it had grease stains, red grease stains all over the front of me, I really did not look like someone who had a job but like someone who did not have a job one to have lunch. I took a moment and offered a short prayer to myself and Whoever being thankful that I was not one of those panhandling hobos… Truly by the grace of God there go I.

Two for One!!

I am finally back to work after being gone two days. I was scheduled to be got only one but as things go to one day morphed into two and I can truly say was a bit of a nightmare. Monday is by scheduled colonoscopy. I don't seem to dread colonoscopies as seems some do, the colonoscopy is not far but is a necessity of life. I had experienced the colonoscopy before the siphon the prep wasn't so bad. So I came into this colonoscopy knowing full well what was to be expected in fact it was better than expected in some ways as far as the prep is concerned. The flush the use this time was administered over a 12 hour. Caspian drank at the beginning that half four hours before the scheduled colonoscopy. And the material used when mixed with Gatorade really went down a lot better, smoother that I remember drinking before. The only difference really was that before in just almost a gallon of liquid which is quite daunting but certainly clean the bowel out and that was the goal. Oh, also the first time I literally spent the whole night on the toilet.

So I began the initial prep Sunday which was a day of pretty much fasting, was able to drink fluids and Sunday evening beginning a total prep. I had my tablet and Internet connection so even if just sitting around I would have something to do to take my mind off what was happening to my system. And I have to admit the evening went pretty swiftly set on the pot to about 1030 or 11 o'clock it actually went to bed. Monday morning about six to drank the rest of the liter, showered and shaved and got ready. We were a little concerned says for I was passing didn't seem to be as clear as the first time I got through this process so we called and to see if we would need to go and of course they wanted us and so we went. I'm sure enough after we got there and checked with it many nurse who checked with the doc they turned us away sent us home to redo the prep. Now this was disheartening and that I was really beginning to look forward to breakfast in the thought of having to fast a whole whole additional day was just defeating. But, I took it in stride saddle up and drove back to the house: my boss let her know be out another day.

The second prep seem to move a lot swifter and all accounts just in nearly flush, going to bed early and have a good night(that was surprising and an added bonus) if there was a drawback it was they had to schedule me in wherever they could and I was not scheduled to be at the hospital until 12 o'clock but the morning one fast seven Dianne I were University bound. We actually got there 45 min. early in the took us right in sense would pretty much done everything the day before resume through processing and I got into the endoscopy area, changed and was ready to go. My doc was a guy named Bowers interesting fellow just shy of a personality but not as droll pathologist. The process was quick the masked with oxygen put me under and soon I was in recovery. Dianne during my recovery tool when Dr. Bowers came in and gave us the talk to. I was clear, a great preparation, a few issues that nothing I did expect just no polyps and no cancer that is good. But what was weird Dr. Bowers continued asked me questions about myself, my life with a disability, and how well I have done. He would leave he just stared and stared making Dianne and myself most uncomfortable – – but sort of in a good way. But finally, he turned us loose on my two-day saga was over. I did two preps fasted almost 3 days and I was clear. A pretty good day.