Oh, goody, On September 29 I get to go to Cedars at 6:30 in the morning and swallow a large pill which contains a tiny little movie camera. Over the following eight hours, it’ll create a fascinating and no doubt beautiful travelogue of my stomach and upper intestine.

What we’re doing is looking for other sources of bleeding that could be exacerbating my anemia. My gastroenterologist, my doctor friend Caroline and I all agree that it’s unlikely we will find anything dire down there.

The general consensus is that I’m too fat to have cancer and besides, cancer isn’t a one-symptom (anemia) disease. So I’m trying to remain calm and keep my hands inside the ride at all times.

Perhaps if they give me a copy of the movie I’ll post it here with accompanied by a pretentious, would-be-mysterious pretentious faux Pink Floyd score.

Or not.