We’re in Maitland. That’s in Orange County, home of Orlando. Vickie is my chauffeur.

I’m nervous. I’m not having a colonoscopy today, just a consult about my diverticulosis, and schedule my colonoscopy. That will probably be next month. It has to be at least 21 days from today because that’s how much notice I have to give to work. Of course, if it was some kind of emergency, it would happen whenever it damn well needed to be done.

We just slid into Orlando.

Now, we are here. Oh yay.

My blood pressure is low.

I truly hate the scale.

Doctor Gidday was just in. I’m waiting on his assistant.