Got a letter from my GI doctor (That’s the military part) – They want me to get an “endoscopy”, which begs the question, which end? Teresa hates this too, because she has to go with me so she can drive me home, and the whole rigamarole takes all morning and part of the afternoon. What did people do before cellphones? BORING. Plus they like to give me a souvenir full color picture of whatever parts of my innards they looked at, which I can’t make heads or tails of. It’s all because I had a bleeding ulcer like 5 years ago. I should maybe just give him the cash he would make on this and eliminate the middleman? I think Mad magazine said it best.