One of my law professor friends just sent me pictures from his Spring-Recess trip to a fancy resort.  (“Spring Recess” is what universities have instead of Easter Holiday.  Spring Recess has nothing to do with Easter, it just always takes place at Easter weekend.)

So what did I do?  I got scoped – colonoscopy and, from the other end, an endoscopy.  (The gastroenterological community is not amused when you refer to that procedure as a “spitroast.”  I stand corrected.)

Everything turned out fine, as it has every time.  Helen, for some reason, decided that I needed to get mine done a year early – a wifely intuition that I think was actually just triggered by a stomach bug that I had.  But wifely intuitions are often correct, so I went ahead.  (And I knew I’d reached a certain age when I was no longer smugly assured that the results of any medical test would be good news.  So far they still are, but I’m no longer smugly assured about it . . . )

As always, these things are kind of a two-edged sword.  On the one hand, if they don’t find anything wrong, then in some sense you’ve gone through it for nothing.  (Though they did remove a few small colon polyps, about which more later).  But on the other hand, you don’t want them to find anything wrong, because, well, then you have something wrong.