Well, yet another birthday has come and gone. This year, my doctor asked me to stop eating and to drink something called a "Prep". He said he wanted to "take a look at me". Nothing unusual in that. Doctors look at me all the time.
This time, I had to wear that backwards gown and lay on my left side. But what's the worst that can happen?
Preliminary reconnaissance imagery indicates no issues. The doctor took some souvenirs to send to one of his buddies. Doctors do some strange things sometimes.
Looks like I am good for another 3 years, 3,000 miles.
