I didn’t post yesterday because I had my every-five-year colonoscopy, which means undergoing general anesthesia, which means feeling a bit dopey and tired for the rest of the day. I elected to spend the evening relaxing and watching some Netflix series I’ve been meaning to check out.
I don’t consider myself a cancer candidate, but since my dad had colon cancer, I get the peek-inside procedure done every five years. No use being stupid about it.
The peek inside showed no cancer or warning signs of cancer, by the way. That might be a disappointment to the vegan evangelists who occasionally show up in comments to warn me that red meat causes cancer. They’ve seen some studies, by gosh, and they just know my meaty diet is going to kill me at a young age.
I once pointed out to a vegan troll who was making that argument that Linda McCartney died of cancer after more than 20 years of being a vegetarian. He replied that she didn’t become a vegetarian until she was in her 30s, so the damage had already been done. So I replied that I’m in my 50s, which means according to his theory, the damage has already been done. So there’s really no point in me giving up meat at this point. May as well enjoy my diet and my life until the cancer set in motion decades ago by eating meat finally flares up and kills me.
That actually shut up him, which was a bit of surprise.
Now I’m off to enjoy a skirt steak for dinner.