I hate to be redundant, but felt compelled to share this cute anecdote about my, in her words, "tri-polar" mother:

Upon leaving my first life-changing colonic procedure, I immediately phoned my mother on the way home to share my intriguing story.  As you can never quite expect what her response will be, to pretty much anything, I had mixed feelings about how she would take it, and was ultimately pretty dead-on in the end. 

Her natural inclination upon hearing my words consisted of "You are disgusting! What is wrong with you?". 

Nevertheless, within minutes she was completely engrossed in every last detail. 

The next morning my phone rang and her nasal, Texas accent on the other end spoke, "I've got an appointment tomorrow morning at 10am!" 

I was not totally shocked, but extremely excited for someone else to engage in my new favorite activity.  Someone I could compare these experiences with, who knew first-hand exactly what I was talking about.  

Of course within about an hour, the word had gotten out and my father and sister were already torturing her.  She called my phone a few times in a row, which is typical for her, and I didn't answer because I was at work - which is typical for me.

A little while later, I decided to check my voicemail, and was quite amused to hear her fearful message stating that my dad and sister had both called her saying that I was complaining of anal bleeding and discomfort.  She was now questioning going through with her morning appointment.

Being the kind, responsible, devoted daughter that I am,  I completely forgot to call her back, but someone in my evil family must have found it in their heart to tell the truth because she quite enjoyed her morning. .  .

I have recruited a new worshipper of the colonic magic.