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Since several of you asked about yesterday … The summer we went to the first open European championships in Menton I was diagnosed with what is, from time to time, a nasty case of Ulcerative Colitis. I’ve figured out how to manage it, been healthy (strong like ten, maybe twenty bull…) for years, but every year I still have to go in for a routine colonoscopy.
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I’ll skip everything in between “the doctor was half an hour late” and “anesthesia made me nauseous in the car on the way home” to say that all is well and despite the unpleasantness of it all, it’s a test I highly recommend. I was 31 when I had my first, the doctor removed a couple of pre-cancerous polyps and we all agreed it was lucky we didn’t wait until I was the recommended 50. It’s a common story. If you’re of age and have been putting it off, get over it. If you think you’re too young, talk to your doctor about it anyway — particularly if you are or were a smoker. Anyway.
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The rest of yesterday was super-fabulous. I woke up around lunch time feeling fantastic. Played another BBO Speedball with Judi (how much fun are those! I’m addicted.), then George and I went to the United Center and watched the Bulls crush the Denver Nuggets. We traded Ben Wallace for a handful of Cleveland starters (bizarre) who were in the stadium in street clothes. Our boys played 9-handed and were fantastic. George kept saying it was good to have five shooters on the floor. Big win, very exciting.
Then he took me to an ancient neighborhood pizzeria; I used to go with my father and grandfather when I was a tiny little kid. Marie’s, it’s the best thin-crust greasy pizza. The patrons are all about 100 years old: neighborhood guys in navy knit Bears caps, wives bejeweled in cruise-ship yards of silver and gold. A bleached-blonde of a certain indeterminate age sat across from a withered old guy wearing a Cubs windbreaker. “Thirty years ago she was sitting at the bar,” George said, “and guys were buying her drinks.” The live music was fantastic, I can’t wait to go back . I love dating my husband.
It’s a family weekend, resting up for (eeek!) the last full week at home before we head to the Spring nationals in Detroit. Yikes!
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