Reposted from 2012
When you turn 50, all sorts of people, some you barely even know, will feel it is their duty to inform you it’s colonoscopy time, which incidentally is like hammer time – minus the silk vest and genie pants – because it makes me want to scream YOU CAN’T TOUCH THIS.
Anyway, these folks are nowhere to be found when you need to be reminded to get your teethed cleaned or a tetanus booster, or it’s time to change the batteries in your smoke detectors, but turn fifty and they’re crawling out of the woodwork, clanging the colonoscopy bell. They’re the same impertinent types who think it’s okay to touch a woman’s belly just because she’s pregnant. NEWS FLASH: it’s not…and stop being so pushy. My colon is my business.