1.	Last year, around this time, some people, Frontier users mostly, were telling me that I was full of shit.
2.	"You don't know how true that is," I thought at the time. A month passed, with no progress, so I went to the doctor. When I told her how long it had been, a look of shock appeared on her face. Believe me, you don't want to be in the room when your doctor looks that way..
3.	Off to a specialist. It's time for a colonscopy, my first, and almost certainly not my last. The worst part was the preparation. You drink a huge amount of foul-tasting liquid called Go Litely. A funny name. It would be better named Go Go Go! because that's what it makes you do.
4.	I asked to remain conscious during the operation because I wanted to see what was happening. A tiny high-resolution TV camera was sent on a tour of my digestive system. On a big monitor I could see the color version of me, viewed from the inside out. It's good that I was sedated because that allowed my sense of wonder to kick in. "Is that me?" I asked the surgeon. They all laughed. "Yes, that's you," they said. "Wow. It's beautiful in there." (Good drugs!)
5.	Everything was fine, no blockages, no strange colors, the doctors shrugged, "You are healthy," they said. That was quite a relief, and after the Go Litely treatment, I wasn't full of it anymore. At least for a year, when everything clogged up again, and around the loop one more time.
6.	Getting unclogged is the best feeling ever. My body feels strong again, there's nothing I can't do, and the feeling of post-vacation well-being remains. The sky is blue, the birds are singin, life is coooool.