The horror.... the horror....

So I had my official "violation of orifices with barium" day yesterday. Dude. I'm seriously hoping they find something non-colon related, because I never ever ever want to have that test again. The clinic people were great. Very professional. No jokes. Actually, the funniest comment that was made was by an older gentleman leaving the x-ray room. He looked at me, glared at the nurse, and said conspiratorally, "Don't let her sweet-talk you.", before exiting the premises. Gotta say, once I walked in there and saw the apparatus, I was about ready to bolt too. It was one of those situations that you just know has to be as awkward as possible. I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of being embarrassed now, because there's nothing like having a tube fulla barium shoved in your... um... you know whilst there are several people walking in and out of the room, taking x-rays and asking you to continually rotate. Oh, and the icing on the cake is that the radiologist was freakin' gorgeous. "Of course you are," I thought to myself as I gazed into his soulful, brown eyes.
And then... well... fortunately for you, I've already blocked out the actual procedure. And then afterwards I had chicken pitas and fries and it was awesome. More later. The dog has to go out.