yesterday i swallowed a camera. on purpose.
it's called a camera endoscopy and it was yet another test in the never-ending-quest to figure out what's really wrong with me and how to fix it. so i swallowed the camera and had this walkman-like data recorder and some wires strapped to me. with all the wires, flashing lights and beeps emitting from this contraption, i looked like a suicide bomber, ready to detonate at any moment. that's me, the poop bomber.
i'm sitting here at work, the friday before a holiday weekend (well not for me since i'm working monday) willing the clock to go faster (please, for the love of all things holy, please be 5:00 already). having drinks after work and CAN. NOT. WAIT. A. MINUTE. LONGER. mojitos here i come.
they are killing me with this stuff
