Colonoscopy Journal:I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy.A few days later, in his office, And... showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis.Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, 'HE'S. I found that she was wearing a blouse and sari. I distinctly remembered that my wife was wearing her nightie that night, since I was the one who took it out of the suitcase for her to wear. I was then sure that this was not my wife. Then I remembered that my wife was sleeping on my right side, whereas this contact was from my left. I realized that this was somebody else and not my wife !!!!!! Further the breast was smaller than my wife’s and not so hard as hers. This was confirmation. However. "Hey, Jamie..I think it's time we go to bed. I'm really tired." I said."Yeah, I agree. Where am I going to sleep? I have a sleeping bag so just tell me where to put it." "Umm..You can sleep in the bed with me if you'd like? It's a twin sized bed though..So it is probably going to be a tight fit." I said, kind of shakily."Oh that's cool! I hate the floor anyways." We walked over to my bed and both laid down in it. I turned the light off and we got under the covers. I only had one pillow, but it. Only a few tee-times booked for other masochists like myself. I didn't mind the wind or rain, but relished in the solitude when golfing. I booked a time for the following Sunday and counted the hours. Sunday morning found me gathering my mix-matched set of inherited clubs and making sure I'd have everything I'd need, when the phone rang. My boozer of an uncle was too drunk to drive his daughter (my cousin) to some tennis-awards thing and in typical fashion passed-the-buck to a family member. I.