Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!

I recently visited my doctor for a physical. Among the things discussed was the need for that once-a-decade delight, the colonoscopy.

Last time I had this done, I was not blogging. It occurred to me that an experience like this might be good material, in the right hands.  It would need a delicate touch, much clinical language in order to avoid assaulting a reader’s sensibilities, little to no “humorous”commentary, no graphic descriptions of – well, I’ll leave that to your imagination, straightforward, informative language, and not too many (read: ZERO) gross photographs.

One might think that such a task would be tailor-made for a writer/journalist of 30 years experience, a veteran NIH writer-editor who shows no signs of fetishistic fascination with the lower GI tract and everything that comes out of it, who doesn’t think the pinnacle of humor flows from there as well.

One would be wrong. Oh, so very wrong.

Because the guy who already wrote THAT blog is a DUMBFUCK.

So, I’m not going to write that blog.  I archived it though.  Every post. Months of comedy gold in there. All of it related to the author, not the topic.

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Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man’s Zombie

14 thoughts on “Good Morning, DUMBFUCK!”

    1. My gastro-dude is much nicer ... the last thing I heard when I had mine last month was "2 mg. Versed please." I woke up an hour later in the post procedure area ... no clenching, no unpleasant memories.

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  1. Pro tip:

    If you ask the doctor where you should put your pants, and he says "over there next to mine" it is a very bad sign.

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