ALOHA, ANUS!
My pal David Sedaris claims colonoscopies are somewhat pleasant experiences – really it's just the trippy anesthesia, but nevertheless, he's OK with them. While I totally disagree, my most recent exam – my third! - had a fascinating aspect to it. You could almost describe it as a tropical escape, if you're still under the influence of Propofol. Starting when you walk in the office door of an ordinary looking building in an office park. There, your eyes feast on an entire roomful of lush island greenery (real plants and trees), with a little bridge over a koi pond. There are bamboo, surfboard-like signs directing patients to either endoscopy or colonoscopy offices. OK, this is weird, I say to my husband. Then we enter the office, which is wallpapered (who has wallpaper anymore?) in a large fern print with shades of green and pale yellow. The furniture is bamboo and rattan. There are curtains in another tropical print, and there are big framed photogra...